Mike Della Rocha

Woman for man, 41, doctor's office.

I didn't know that was an option.

She says, we met in my therapist's waiting room.

You looked like you'd been there for a while with your feet up on the couch under a blanket and a pillow behind your head.

That's when you told me you show up early because you have a fear of missing appointments.

Everybody's got their thing.

When you asked why I was in therapy, I hesitated, and I told you to better myself.

What I didn't say was that my sessions were technically court ordered.

You'll find out why later.

Yeah, give her some credit.

At one point, I thought I caught you staring at my low-cut top.

Did I see that?

I specifically like to wear them for Dr. Lazard, because, you know...

Trying to wipe up a doctor.

At one point, I heard your stomach grumble.

That's why I offered you some of my emotional support granola that I keep in my purse.

Is there a little vest on it?

I don't know.

You took it, but how is it that when you handed it back to me, it doubled in size?

What?