Starter for @anarchywithin.
It was quiet but for the noise machine in the hallway. Out in the lobby, one could hear the faintest notes of "Tupelo Honey" playing from the reception desk. A bookcase on the far wall held titles on trauma, family, and self help organized by color in rainbow order. Next to the bookcase was a framed artist's rendering of "shalom" in Hebrew lettering, and he may have noticed a mezzuzah on the door frame when he came in. Sadie was sitting in what looked like a well-loved office chair, the fake leather worn in some areas, but the effect wasn't so much shabby as it was comfortable looking. Like a pair of favorite jeans. She had one leg crossed over the other and a pink notepad balanced on the top leg, pen poised in her hand as she waited for Sawyer to settle in.
She offered a smile that she hoped was both comforting and encouraging, hazel eyes bright with optimism. "So," she began, "what brings you here? What is it you'd like to work on?" Some people didn't really know the answer, but that was alright.