"Maybe you know the answer." They locked eyes. "You always know," he avoided her gaze when she smiled.

A loud thud echoed through the house. Tristan looked over his shoulder.

"And yet you never question it." She brought his attention back with the sweetness her voice held. "I like that about you."

His brows knitted tightly together. "Should I start questioning this?"

The woman set down her pen with an uncanny smile. "No, ignorance is bliss, I believe."

"You're bad at this." He sighed and offered her a glass. "I sometimes wonder how someone like you could even get a license."

She refused, as always. Tristan downed the glass, sitting back down. She crossed her legs and leaned into the soft cushion.

The therapist's expression shifted as soft, hairy paws scratched at the side of the armchair.

The kitten jumped on her lap, stretching before closing its eyes. Curling up on the armchair the therapist sat on, the empty chair.

The kitten licked its paws and purred. Tristan's hand slid down from his thigh, eyes blank, devoid of surprise.

Tereza

Ineffable