Therapy 103
Evan let the door to her therapist's office slam behind her. She knew it was a pet peeve of Lynns and that knowledge brought her a sense of passive aggressive satisfaction. She reached into her pocket and unwrapped her headphones and picked a song with heavy drums and angry lyrics. If she couldn't express her anger then her choice of music sure as hell could.
Traffic was heavy and Evan found herself growling under her breath more than once. The music shifted to a softer melody and with it her mood mellowed.
She glanced in the rear view mirror to check the adjoining lane so that she might pass the exceptionally slow motorist in front of her. Instead of seeing a car filled road her eyes locked with eyes of burnt amber.
Evan returned her gaze to the traffic in front of her and took a deep breath and then another and then another. She calmly pulled the headphones from her ears and looked in the mirror again.
"Why do you still insist on seeing a therapist and spilling all of your innermost thoughts to a complete stranger"
"Why do you insist on sitting in the back seat?!" Evan replied, a bit defensively. An angry honk brought her focus back to the road. "I may be a lot of things but I am pretty sure that chauffeur is not one of them!"
When silence was her only answer she turned her head to the back seat. It was empty. She bit her lip and angrily put her headphones back over her ears, once again choosing an aggressive song.
Traffic was heavy and Evan found herself growling under her breath more than once. The music shifted to a softer melody and with it her mood mellowed.
She glanced in the rear view mirror to check the adjoining lane so that she might pass the exceptionally slow motorist in front of her. Instead of seeing a car filled road her eyes locked with eyes of burnt amber.
Evan returned her gaze to the traffic in front of her and took a deep breath and then another and then another. She calmly pulled the headphones from her ears and looked in the mirror again.
"Why do you still insist on seeing a therapist and spilling all of your innermost thoughts to a complete stranger"
"Why do you insist on sitting in the back seat?!" Evan replied, a bit defensively. An angry honk brought her focus back to the road. "I may be a lot of things but I am pretty sure that chauffeur is not one of them!"
When silence was her only answer she turned her head to the back seat. It was empty. She bit her lip and angrily put her headphones back over her ears, once again choosing an aggressive song.