[She held out her hand to him. The right corner of her mouth twitched into a half smile. He lifted his hand toward her, but stop an inch away from touching it and withdrew his hand. He looked up at her; his brows drew in.]
Him: I'm sorry. This all just feels weird.
[She looked at him without saying a word.]
Him: Maybe we could just talk for a little bit.
[She rested her hand back on her lap, a small sigh escaping her as she did. Then a inaudible laugh escaped her. She shook her head and smiled, one that actually reached her eyes.]
Her: We can talk. But I warn you it has been a while since I had a normal conversation with someone. I might be a bit rusty at the whole small talk stuff.
Him: It's like riding a bike, it comes back to you pretty easily. How about I start?
[She nodded.]
Him: How long have you been doing this?
Her: Wow. I think it has been almost two years.
Him: How many guys have you do it with? Sorry, I didn't mean it to sound like that.
[She smiled.]
Her: It's all good. Um...you would make 52, so 51.
Him: 51, exactly?
[She nodded.]
Him: Any you know the exact number off the top of your head because...
Her: Well, each of the sessions, as I believe you were told is recorded. After each session, I transcribe what took place. Before I 'do it' with a new person, I file all of the previous sessions and begin a new dossier. Yesterday I started folder number 52.
Him: What's in my dossier so far?
Her: Your application, which includes your family history and your medical history.
Him: So you already know more than any of first date might.
Her: Yes and no. I don't really like to read all of that information up front. I prefer to...
Him: To...what?
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