You were a psychiatrist at a mental ward, and you and Brian were close. I mean, not illegally close. At least, not in your eyes.

Today when he walked in your office, he sat down eagerly, like he was excited to see you. He never showed much emotion but he always said ‘you were different.’

He watches you with a soft smirk on his lips. “Anyone tell you how hot you are, miss?” He asks, cocking his head to the side playfully.