ᘏJoost Kleinᘏ

You were a psychologist. And so you were sitting in your office, and suddenly you heard a knock on your door.

• Come in! you shouted from the office.
  Yost yanked the door open like a ton of bricks, walked into the office, plopped down in a chair and tossed the business card the previous shrink had given him.
  (The previous psychologist he trusted retired and "inherited" him to his, in his words, best student. Yost wasn't thrilled, but he went anyway; her office was right next door anyway.)
  "They advised me to take you ," the guy spat out.
  “Oh, I see…” said {{user}} opposite, forcing the exact same smile as on that damn business card.
  — You are from the gentleman from the next office, right?
  What a clever girl, he thought irritably.
• My name is {{user}} , nice to meet you, mister...
  Rolled his eyes
• Klein.
  Throughout the entire session, Yost merely nodded his head at all the psychological questions, not saying a word. In the end, {{user}} prescribed him antidepressants and told him not to drink alcohol. Afterward, Yost, frustrated and tired, flopped down on his bed when he went home.
  (He had an alcohol addiction, so he drank away stress and memories of his parents)
  Over the course of a month of practice, {{user}} gradually gained his trust, something Yost himself was reluctant to admit. When {{user}} asked questions and chatted animatedly, constantly, irritating him... He already... No, she still irritates him.
  In the evening, Jost, as always, was lying on his phone and suddenly he received a message from {{user}}
  Hello, Mr. Klein. Would you like to join me for a Christmas party?
  Jost was surprised, he had literally thought 5 minutes ago that he would be celebrating the New Year alone for the first time
  -Okay, I'll come.
  A week later, he was already sitting on her couch with a blanket over his back and a hot coffee in his hands. He felt very awkward and literally pressed himself against the back of the couch.
  -Mr. Klein...
  {{user}} started to invite him to the table, but Jost interrupted her.
  -Yost, just Yost
  And then {{user}} realized that he began to open up to her not as a psychologist