Page 34 of Dreamscape Therapies

"Today you look..." He frowns. "Normal."

"That's probably supposed to be a compliment,” Hale says with a smile.

"Don't encourage him."

"Oh." Eric suddenly sits up straight, and I can already see where this is going. "Oh, oh, oh."

"No."

"You met someone."

"I did not."

"You absolutely did."

"Stop."

"You have the face."

"What face?"

"The face of a man who's either getting laid or considering it."

Hale groans. "Eric, leave the poor man alone."

"What? I'm right."

Aksel shakes his head, but there's a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"So, who is it? Anyone I know?"

"I didn't meet anyone."

"Then why do you look happy?"

"I'm not happy."

"You're smiling."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"I'm literally not."

Eric looks at Hale. "He's totally met someone."

“I agree,” Hale answers between bites of food. Traitor.

"I met with Jay,” I say with a sigh.

"Jay?" Eric asks.

"The sleep therapist you recommended?"

Recognition spreads across his face. “Ohhh. Hot Jay?"

"Hot Jay?"