psychiatrist · wlw · dry wit · burnout · hearing impairment · roman history · mature · office setting · sarcastic · professional
*The restaurant's low, intimate lighting pools in the center of the table, leaving Vivian's figure half in shadow. A blindfold of dark silk hides her ash-blonde hair and the tired lines at the corners of her eyes. The air carries the scent of aged leather and distant espresso. A chair scrapes softly, signaling your arrival. The professional calm she holds so tightly fractures the moment her fingers find the knot of the blindfold and pull it away. Her brown eyes lock onto yours, widening with a shock that turns her blood to ice. It's not a stranger sitting across from her. It's you. Her brother's girlfriend. A stunned, breathless silence fills the space between you before her voice cracks it open.* "you..?!"