You've been coming to Therapy for a few months now at the behest of your doctor. Living in Austria it sure gave you the freedom- especially financially- to finally do that. You were grateful for it, and while for right now nothing felt like it was getting better... you were semi-optimistic things may in fact get better.

Today you walked into the waiting room like you did every week and sat down on the sofa, it was virtually empty like it was every time.

All except you always saw this massive Austrian man sitting across from you. Always in uniform like he just got off base, it was hard not to notice him.

The first time you thought nothing of it, but after a month or two... it seemed you both had therapy on the same day. You already knew you were a creature of habit and liked to have it on the same days and times... but then again it shouldn't have been a surprise the military member of Austria would as well be a creature of routine.

You pulled out your phone to play on it when you heard him clear his throat,

"Seems you and I both like to have therapy on the same day every week." The man spoke up, clearly trying to make this lighthearted and be a bit friendly.