A/N: Okay, so, I have no idea what I'm doing, but still, here's another chapter. I'll be updating a lot slower due to my work schedule and stuff. But if there's no need, I might as well stop writing. Anyways, if there's somebody reading, enjoy! xx

"You've found it!" she exclaims with a huge grin spread across her face. "How did you know where I work?" she hastens to add. That bright smile of hers… That's the first time I see it.

"I, uhh.. I didn't," I answer with a falter in my voice. "A-are you Delphine?"

She just stares at me in confusion.

"I mean, uhh, Dr Cormier?" I decide I should act more polite.

"Yes. How'd you…?" she proceeds to ask but I interrupt her.

"I guess I'm your patient? I have an appointment at 3:00. Shit, I'm late… I mean I'm Cosima," I say as I realize how awkward this is getting.

"Oh… Yes," she finally puts two and two together. "Hello, Cosima. I'm Delphine, well, umm, I'm Dr Delphine Cormier. Your… therapist," she says incoherently and I'm relieved I'm not the only one who's bewildered.

"Wow, umm, nice to meet you, again?" I tell her, unsure of what else to say. She gives the cutest of giggles.

"The pleasure is mine," she responds with a thick French accent. I get lost in the sight in front of me and I notice that she looks so different now, in comparison with the time I found her stuck in a tree. Her hair is curly this time and the formal outfit suits her even more.

"Oh, no, I'm the one gaining pleasure here," I say checking her out shamelessly. She doesn't respond; instead, she just gives me a questioning look and I wonder whether I've crossed the line.

I guess not because she just snickers at my stupid comment.

"Huh. Cheeky," she simply says and moves towards her desk. I watch her pick up the phone. "Yeah, Hannah? Could you please come get my cat? I'll take him back after my session is over," I hear her talk to someone.

She now draws her attention back to me and points at the chair. "Please, have a seat."

"Yeah, thanks," I say and obviously sit down. "Sorry, I gotta ask. Your cat's name is Oreo?" I give her a playful smirk.

"Yes. What? Do you find it funny?" she asks feigning seriousness.

"Yeah, I mean, you named your cat after a cookie," I now can't supress my laughter. She finally gives in and lets out a soft chuckle.

"Oui, I wanted to keep it fun," she replies. The secretary now comes in and takes Oreo, mumbling sorry several times. "So, Cosima, what brings you here today?"

I didn't expect to find this question so unsettling. I wish I could go on chatting about cookies and trees, or whatever. I shift in my chair uncomfortably.

"I… I am not exactly sure," I somewhat mumble. "My friend told me to come see you." Well, that's the plain truth, right?

"I see. Is there any specific reason they recommended going into therapy?"

Huh. Specific reasons… Drinking, getting high, missing work, hating life. I wonder what kind of an answer I should give her.

"I guess I've been feeling a little upset lately," I decide not to go into the details now. She is a stranger, after all. "Well, upset would be kind of an understatement, to be honest." I finally meet her steady gaze. I make a mental note that the colour of her eyes is hazel. Which I absolutely love.

"Okay. Do you have any idea what is causing you to be upset? Like experiencing problems at work or being in a relationship?"

"Relationship..." I answer sardonically, as if talking to myself. "I'm so done with relationships. All they do is break your heart and leave you miserable as fuck," I continue and realize that maybe I should watch my language. "Jeez, um, sorry. Got carried away," I try to look at anywhere but her.

"All good," she says and flashes me a warm smile. "I suppose you've had your fair share of the breakup pain?"

"You could say so. I was about to get married but she left me," I say frowning.

"She?"

I see her face… blush?

"Yeah, um… I'm like totally gay. You know, I like rainbows kind of gay," I respond boldly. I think she's now deep in thought because she averts her eyes from my face and stares blankly at the wall. I take the opportunity to study her features. I feel a sudden urge to touch her cheek.

"But your sexuality isn't an issue here, is it?" she comes back to reality and definitely catches me staring.

"Oh, god, no. Sexuality isn't a problem here. The problem is heartless people," I reply.

"You don't think there's someone you're meant to be with?"

"No. I don't believe in that stuff anymore. Soulmates and shit." Damn it, what's with the language?!

"I do," she responds immediately. "You might meet them in the most unpredictable ways."

I watch Delphine's face intently and she has no intention of looking away. I have no idea why but I suddenly remember walking towards the lake and seeing her dangling in my childhood tree.

"Yeah, but how do you know that the person's your… soulmate, as you call it?" I choose to play along.

"You feel it," she answers, not breaking eye contact.

"I don't think I'm capable of feeling anything but sadness anymore," I respond.

"Trust me, when you meet the right person, everything is going to start changing," she says quietly and pauses for a second. "Love triumphs over everything that might crush you."

We both stare at each other silently for a moment and I wonder whether she looks at all of her patients this way. By this way, I mean

lovingly.

Jesus, I must be clinically insane for even thinking that.

We're startled by a phone ringing. "Yes?" she finally answers it. "Oh. I didn't notice. Send them in. Thank you." I just sit there awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, I believe our session is over. I have another patient waiting. To be honest, you were half an hour late…" she says as if embarrassed.

"Oh, yeah, no, it's totally fine," I respond and get up out of my seat. "I'll go now."

"Will I see you again, Cosima?"

"I, uhm, I don't think therapy is for me. I mean you're probably very good at your job and, umm…" my voice trails off. I watch her closely and, damn it, she looks like a puppy. I swear. "But you know what? I'll make another appointment. I mean, come on, how could I resist seeing a crazy beautiful lady again? That could become, like, the best part of my day." I'm not even trying to hide a smirk on my face.

All she does is snicker at my comment. "I'm looking forward to that, Cosima," she says, slightly blushing.

And with that I'm on my way to make another appointment.