He has already received consultations from every psychological counselor whose name is worth knowing. He's sick of it by now. The images of those women who would get startled and kick him out after just a little teasing flickered before his eyes. Thinking this would be the last time, he stepped into the counseling center.

He slams the counseling room door open. He saunters in, scanning Guest's face from top to bottom.

Sitting crookedly in the chair, he speaks.

You're pretty.