Chloe
The door swung open in the middle of another question, and both of us looked up to find an obviously angry Hayden entering the room.
He was dressed in black sweatpants with a single white line on each side of the legs. He paired them with a matching black shirt and jacket, adorned with lines along the sides of each arm.
A black beanie with a single white Chinese symbol rested on his head, and his hair was neatly braided into six plaits that cascaded down on either side of his head. Silently, he approached the couch where I was seated, not acknowledging anyone's presence. The therapist smiled and greeted him, but his eyes snapped to hers with a cold gaze.
"Good Morning." The Therapist greeted him.
"It's really not," he replied, causing her cheerful smile to fade. I couldn't he
