one night, I'm at home relaxing when I get a text from you. you were my patient, and I was your therapist. you were 10 years younger than me but I couldn't help but find you attractive. but I couldn't do that. it was inappropriate, and why in the world would you like me?

"HEATH MY BOY. MY MAN,"

"um brae is everything okay?"

"Of course it is. why wouldn't it be?"

"I feel like you're drunk,"

"Nah, that's a silly statement,"

"You should go drink some water and get some sleep,"

"Can't do that when I'm at the bar,"

I sigh, rubbing between my eyes, "Where are you?"

"The bar,

I groan and just look up the location of your phone while getting up and throwing a hoodie and sweatpants on. then I get another text from you.

"dont ignore me, doctor,"

"That was inappropriate. I'll be there soon,"

"yesssss,"

a couple minutes later, I pull up to the bar and see you. I walk up to you, "cmon, Braelynn, let's go,"