"Are you ready Ms. Clemons?"
What will she say when that door opens? Will she recognize me or will she just think I'm a new client. Oh no my feet are going numb, but it's now or never.
"Yes, I I'm ready."
And with that the attendant opens the the door. The air being sucked away making it impossible to breathe.
A petite woman with black hair sits in her chair reading and flipping papers. She glances up and with a swift motion stands up with a hand held out.
"Have we met?" She questions lightly with a curious tone.
I don't say anything. My numb feet now glued to the floor, I just stare at her. She is beautiful. Her greens eyes sparkle in a ray of sun that escapes a barrier gray curtains.
"I think so," is all that comes from my mouth.
