"Pick a book from any shelf that depicts the mood you're feeling."

I wouldn't call him my therapist or a therapist at all. He was only shadowing behind Thomas ( my real therapist). He looked about 6'0 or maybe taller. I'm 5'10 , so i know he wasn't use to girls around his height. I glare at his stupendous dark brown eyes. One thing i would admit was the guy was ridiculously well put together for his age. I look at a book next to a nearby bookshelf across from me. It reads : Happy Golightly.


"Care to explain". he says.

"Why certainly Grant. I say sarcastically and read Happy golightly because I'm not an emotional wreck after all."

"Neury if you're not happy why pick up a book you don't like? Like life for instance would you find interest in something you don't like or would you choose the right thing that suits you the best? The best right? So I suggest you pick a book that tells the story of you." He insists.


(Man was he smart.)

I look around but honestly none of these books described me.


It's ok we'll try again in tomorrow, most of these books are gone and won't be back in stock til then. Plenty of time for me to help you while Thomas is away and us to get to know each other just a little bit better.


I roll my eyes .


Great . i think to myself.