Friday, 23 March 2018.
Manhattan Psychiatric Center, New York City.
After the lunch break, Emilie accompanies Sonia to visit her therapist. And in a waiting room, she waits while sitting alone on a bench.
She has been waiting for about an hour. It’s pretty boring since she has nothing to do, except staring at the empty corridor that sometimes only one or two people walk there.
Sometimes she stretches her body to feel relax. And sometimes she drinks a can soda to feel better. But still, she feels bored.
She agrees to accompany Sonia here, because she has closed her boutique early today. It’s because she is still feeling pissed off about the words that Sheryl said to her the other day. It just keeps bugging her. She can’t forget the words she said. It keeps ringing annoyingly inside her
