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“I will admit, this is just who I am as a person- and I’m learning not to apologize for it, so I’m sorry for how this interaction is going but not for who I am,” she said as she took a step back but gave a smile of confidence before taking a breath and deciding to start over. “Hi, I’m Dana, I panic when people randomly address me, yell at me, or get mad at me- for I have no idea what to do.” She said holding up a thumb before smiling again, “And you are-?” She said trying to make this conversation go in a pleasant direction, but she knew this would go into her memory forever as one of the worst embarrassing interactions she would ever have.
Another laugh escaped him, "I’m pretty sure how this interaction is going is a direct reflection on how you are. Sounds like you’ve got some ways to go. Your therapist must really have their work cut out for them.” He folded his arms across his chest, his eyes casually scanning over her as if he’d get more insight that way. “Calvin,” he finally offered a hand out to her, still unsure if that was a wise decision. “Most people would just yell back.”















