Starter for @lured-into-wonderland
The air was getting colder with each passing week, and Lukan took a deep breath before entering the building. Winter was his favorite season, and he couldn’t wait for the snow to arrive. His dog loved it as well, and it was always a lovely sight…
But for now, it was time to work. The building his office was in was in the city, an apartment he was renting for a few years now, and the man had grown a fair number of patients. He was always making sure to have not too many that some would suffer from him not having enough time, but today he was receiving a new one.
It would be the first of the day - he always made sure to receive new patients at the beginning of his day, when he was at his best. Not that he would be bad with others, but he found it easier to meet a new patient first thing in the morning. He also planned the session to be longer than a classic one, so they could take their time to meet properly.
All he knew was her name, anything else would be learned through conversations. Sure, they could have discussed some things over the phone, but Lukan preferred for them to meet properly, face-to-face. He thought it was better, more personnel.
Opening his office, he first passed by the waiting room, checking it with a quick glance. Simple, comfortable chairs, a coffee table with various magazines. One big potted plant, and a few landscape paintings on the walls.
Everything was as expected, so the man walked to the door of his office, opening it. He had made sure nothing could be heard from the waiting room, for proper privacy.
His office had a bookshelves and in front of it a big, old looking desk, all made of wood, with some pieces of bronze for drawer’s handles and such. A guilty pleasure of his. But he was only using it when working but not in actual session with a patient.
For these, he used the rest of the room, which was actually a bigger part (⅓ for the desk, ⅔ for the rest). Two comfortable armchairs, a couch. A small table with small seats, and a bunch of furniture and toys were there too, for when he welcomed a kid as patient, but also parents who couldn’t find someone to keep their kid during the time of their appointment.
A small table next to one of the armchairs, to let his notebook when he needed his hands free, pillows on the couch and even more in the corner of the room.
There was also a wardrobe, where he kept various items he may need.
Everything was in place, and clean. He made sure to leave everything tidy every evening when going home, but Lukan always checked in the morning, just in case. He opened the window just a bit to clear the air, removed his coat and scarf, prepared files, papers, pen and notebook.
Once ready, it was the time of the appointment. He closed the window, and walked to the waiting room, opening the door to see if his new patient had arrived. Considering the respective hour of the first and second patient, there should only be the first one in the room - unless they were late.
“Mademoiselle Floyen ?”
