Mendel was at his office. The room he used when consulting his patients was generally plain, designed to not be overstimulating. It lacked bright colours or anything like that. It was mostly beiges and browns, the carpeting was alight caramel and the walls were shade of bronze.

There was to couches sat opposite eachother, they were both leather, dark brown ones. Mendel sat down on one of the couches, crossing one leg over the other and placing his trusty clipboard and black pen on his lap.

He had a new client today. An eleven-year-old boy called Jason Gardens. He was the only child of two of his other patients, Trina and Marvin Gardens. He wasn't particularly fond of Marvin, but he did find Trina a very sweet woman. And when she came to him expressing concern for her autistic sons wellbeing, he obviously couldn't turn her down, could he?

The boy's file was pretty vague. Other than describing traits of antisocial and introvert behaviour with basic information of him being autistic, he had no other information. He would have to fill in the blanks for himself, which shouldnt've been too hard because it was his job, after all. He glanced up at the clock on the wall, tapping his foot on the floor impatiently. 4:03 PM. Three minutes late.

They wouldn't be too long, he thought. He assumed that Trina was the one dropping the boy off for his session, and Trina was never late. Well, not chronically late. As another two minutes ticked by, he saw the door creek open and Jason walked through. He gestured to the opposite sofa and Jason sat down.

"Hello, you must be Jason." he said calmly, his legs still crossed. "I'm Dr. Mendel Weisenbachfeld, and it's my job to talk to you about how you're feeling or ask you some questions. This session is going to be one hour long, alright? You can just call me Mendel, if you like. So, do you understand?" he asked calmly, being very friendly and gentle with the way he spoke to the eleven-year-old. He still kept on a friendly smile as he waited for Jason's response to his introduction.