Several days later, Lainey was in her office when there was a knock at the door.

She opened the door to find Coleman standing there.

"Hey," Coleman said, leaning against the door jam.

"So you've figured out a way for me to pay you back for doubting your hangover cure," Lainey said, "That doesn't involve whatever it was you originally had in mind."

"You sure you don't want to take me up on my original offer," Coleman asked.

Lainey raised her eyebrow.

"What's plan B?" Lainey asked, "Make it fast, I have a patient coming any minute now."

"I am your next appointment," Coleman said, strolling into Lainey's office.

He made himself comfortable on the couch.

Lainey walked over and sat behind her desk.

"So what seems to be the reason you're in need of therapy," Lainey asked.

Coleman ignored the question.

"Do you always talk to your patients from behind the desk?" Coleman asked, "It just seems like a visible barrier for a patient trying to open themselves up to a shrink."

Lainey was slightly flustered, but moved her and her chair in front of the desk.

"Ok, back to the initial question," Lainey said.

"You're nervous," Coleman said.

"Excuse me," Lainey replied.

"Don't worry," Coleman said, "It's kinda cute. So do what's a beautiful career woman such as yourself still doing flying solo?"

"That's personal," Lainey said, "I don't appreciate you asking that."

"I'm just curious, Sweetheart," Coleman said, "I just want to figure out what makes my shrink tic."

"I don't discuss my personal life with my patients," Lainey said, "Now if you're not serious about therapy than you need to leave."

"No need to get all worked up, Sweetheart," Coleman said, "I apologize. Old habits die hard. I'm used to flirting with every woman in sight."

"I bet," Lainey said.

"Maybe you could help me with that?" Coleman said.

"Alright, that's it," Lainey said standing up, "Out. We both know you're not really here for therapy. So if you would please stop wasting my time, I'd appreciate it."

"Only if you agree to go to dinner with me," Coleman said, getting off the couch.

"I don't date patients," Lainey said, walking over to the door and opening it.

"I'm no longer your patient then," Coleman said, walking over to the door and stopping in front of Lainey, "I'll pick you up at seven."

"I don't get off until eight," Lainey said.

"Eight it is then, Sweetheart," Coleman said, leaving before Lainey could protest.