68 The Best For Me (2/2)

”What would you like to talk about?” I asked, humoring him nonetheless.

”What are your plans for tomorrow?” he asked without blinking. I stared at him for a second, taken aback.

”I'll workout in the morning, then dress up for university and accompany you to classes and take notes. After that, I will come home, freshen up, cook dinner, and eat while I enjoy a book.” That was her daily routine.

”Oh, that sounds nice.” Yes, my life is somewhat boring, what can I say? I could sigh, but this was how every adult was living their life. ”Shouldn't you ask me what I will be doing?” You just had to tell me what you were going to do. No one was stopping you, Mr. Butler.

”Okay, what will you do tomorrow?” He smiled victoriously.

”I'll wake up snuggled against my cat. Eat breakfast with her and then I will take you out.” What?

”I'm sorry?” I said dumbly.

”Don't be. I am not sacrificing a lot of time for you. We don't have any classes until 2 in the afternoon tomorrow, so I will be free to take you for your doctor's appointment. You don't have to thank me.” He waved it off. I sighed, feeling helpless. Why had I suddenly thought he was telling me that we were going out on a date? What was wrong with me?

'He is too weird,' I told myself and let it slide.

”Have you informed the university that you will head in later? And why didn't you just tell me when I came out? You didn't have to pretend like you wanted to talk to me.” I could feel a laugh bubbling at my throat, but I kept it at bay, knowing he could be mildly offended.

”You always tell me that I need to learn how to be social. What better way than to start with you? I also wanted you to know that I was taking time out for you.” I nodded. The dichotomy of his character was immense. He was this deeply understanding individual who could process what was happening to her and comfort her in a strange way… but he was also this proud personality that needed to remind everyone that he was a boon to humanity.

”What's their name?” I asked, changing the topic completely before he went down the dark hole of self-appreciation.

”His name is Philip Knight, one of the best in the country for trauma and violent crime-related mental health issues. I think he will be a great fit for you. If I am not wrong, the last therapist you went to was a child specialist and unequipped to handle the severity and complexity of your condition. Dr. Knight has a record of forty years of treating retired army men who fought wars and people with violent experiences.” I looked at him for a second, wanting to… do something. It was a strange feeling, almost an urgency to say or do something that I couldn't understand.

”You really got the best for me.” He shrugged. He went back to eating, but sometimes he would look up at me to check if I was eating or doing something else. I found myself laughing through the whole ordeal. It was the first time I ate without doing something else at the same time.