Fast food bag in hand, Adrian made his way up the steps to Hanna’s apartment. He’d be damned if he was going to let his coach or anyone else force him into seeing a therapist. The sleep dude was bad enough - but a real life head shrink? That was the line. He could only hope that whatever Hanna came up with would be believable enough. He knocked hard on the door, before jiggling the handle, “Open up, I’ve got your food! You know I have no patience.”
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