You Think I Need A Fix?

{ARMANDO}

I am in the study room with the so-called, 'my therapist' we are staring at each other as if we are competing. I stretch to pick a piece of bread still staring at her. I sip the coffee and hide my discomfort; it is way too strong for me. 

The therapist uncrosses her leg and picks up her coffee, she sips it. I want to look at the bread and see what is on it, but that means I will have to break the eye contact, something I don't plan to do anytime soon. 

The therapist's phone dinged and this makes her look away. 

Yay! Armando=1, therapist= 0

She looks at her phone and sighs. She clicks on it with a frown on her face. I stop staring at her and look at my bread. I place it down, this is my father, he knows I hate nuts there is no way Norah would have done that.