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    “You’re here because your professor is a concerned about your well-being, because she cares about you, Harper,” Kitty answers when I don’t respond.
    I silently wonder if she keeps saying my name at the end of each sentence to remember it, or if it’s some sort of psych move. I remain silent and finally meet her gaze, noticing that her eyes are a brilliant shade of green.
    “Harper, Dr. Khandri told me you’re not from here. Where did you move from?”
    I swallow and try to keep my eyes on her as I reply, “California.”
    “Really? What part?”
    “Close to San Diego.”
    “That’s a beautiful area,” she says, smiling at me again as I nod in agreement. “What brought you so far East?”
    “Work.”
    “Really? What do you do?”
    “I work in a lab as an assistant.”
    “Did you work in a lab in California?”
    “No.” My eyes slide away from her, sensing her interest in the areas of my life that I’ve worked to avoid for the past several months.
    “What do you like to do in your free time?”
    I instantly look back at her to see if this is a ruse, but I don’t know her well enough to read if there’s anything beneath her relaxed and calm face.
    We spend the next hour discussing topics that range from my interest in running to what I do at the lab and how I’m adjusting to the colder weather. It’s all relatively light and noninvasive and I feel relieved when I stand up to leave.
     
    Fitz waves as I step through the door to the coffee shop we’ve begun frequenting due to its close proximity to the lab. I give him a brief smile and make my way over to him as he stands from the table he’s occupying. Fitz is only a few inches taller than I am, and thin, though not as thin as I’ve become. However, with all of my layers on, I feel huge beside his lean frame as he hugs me.
    “You have to try these. You’re going to have a foodgasm,” he says, taking my scarf and unwrapping it from my neck.
    “A foodgasm?”
    “It’s not as good as the real deal, but there’s a lot less maintenance and time.”
    I laugh as I hang my coat on the back of the chair and look to see a ramekin filled with dark chocolate cake topped with chocolate whipped cream and dusted with chocolate curls.
    “Dig in!” he says excitedly, scooting his chair closer to the table. He plunges his spoon in the ramekin in front of him and then stops, looking back at me with anticipation lighting his brown eyes.
    I take my first bite and he smiles in satisfaction as a quiet moan emits from my throat. The cake is warm and velvet soft. The chocolate is rich and satisfying as it melts against my tongue.
    “See? Foodgasm!” he cries with a grin. “Here, drink this with it.” He slides a coffee cup topped with a decorative pattern of cream to me.
    “What is it?”
    “Just try it.”
    I normally only ever get drip coffee; it’s a lot cheaper than the fancy drinks like this one. I swallow my protest as his eyes widen into a hopeful expression that I’ve become more resistant to disappoint and bring the cup to my lips. Fitz’s face lights with a smile again as I take a long sip of the mocha that is irrefutably a delicious change of pace.
    “Are you doing this because I just went and saw a shrink?”
    “You didn’t see a shrink. You went and spoke to a counselor.” My head falls back on my shoulders as I reach for my spoon again. “H, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. People talk to counselors all of the time. You had a rough year, babe. You need some help talking through the emotions. That’s all.”
    I scoff at him and take another bite of cake to ease the discomfort rising in me.
    “What was she like?”
    “She goes by Kitty.”
    Fitz raises an eyebrow. He knows, completing medical school himself, how serious most people take their title of doctor. “Well meee-ow . Does she look like a cougar?”
    I laugh in response. “I don’t know. She seems very proper. She reminds me a lot of my mother.”
    Fitz leans