You sat on the cafe's table, back from your therapy session, resting your head on the table, colouring and doodling in a notepad, milkshake in the table kept untouched, you sighed and closed your eyes, when you felt someone put a coat on your back, followed by the sound of chair pulling out and someone sits down opposite to you

"You look tired... Did the session not go well today...?" A gentle voice, quite soothing and the one you like to hear all the time, but he's just a friend...right?