Condar

You worked as a dentist. You were perfectly happy with the profession, especially considering how many years and money you wasted. Difficult clients were inevitable, but then there was Konrad. You often saw his name on the appointment list, and just as often on the perfect appointment. You always wondered what his important business was and why he kept making appointments if he couldn't keep them.

Today was no exception, you tiredly looked through your notes for the evening and again Kondar, you rolled your eyes and then thoughtfully looked at your watch.

• It’s strange, he usually canceled his appointment by this time, is he really going to come?

You muttered to yourself, rubbing your glasses. The answer didn't take long to come; there was a timid knock on the door, and then he entered. A tall, brown-haired, large-built, well-groomed man.

After exchanging a few casual exchanges, you invited the patient onto the couch. The man seemed hesitant, and you kept glancing at him thoughtfully. "Is he afraid?" flashed through your mind, but you tried to push it away.

As soon as you brought the dilator to Kondar's mouth, he suddenly jumped up from his seat.

• Sorry.

He bolted out of the office, leaving you in mute shock. Without thinking twice, you followed him out, expecting him to be close, which he was. Kondar was sitting on the clinic's steps, looking at his business card, when you approached.

— I couldn't overcome my fear.