Brandy returned to the living room with their drinks. Jennifer was sitting on the loveseat, responding to a text. Brandy’s husband, Mitch sat across from her on the couch. With a small smirk, Brandy noticed Mitch stealing a look at Jennifer’s sandal clad feet while she looked at her phone. Brandy set the drinks down then sat next to Mitch, who lovingly put his arm around her shoulders.
Jennifer put down her phone. “Sorry, I was just texting my doctor.”
A furrow of worry crinkled Brandy’s brow. “Everything ok?”
Jennifer laughed. “Yes, I’m fine. He’s my psychiatrist. Just been really stressed out lately and he’s been teaching me some calming techniques.”
Mitch leaned forward with his toned forearms on his knees. “Never pictured you seeing a shrink Jen.”
Jennifer waved a hand. “Well it’s not a traditional lay on the couch and talk about your problems thing.”
Brandy sat forward now as well. “Well, what does he do?”
“Ok, promise not to laugh.” The couple on the couch raised their eyebrows. “He’s a hypno-therapist.”
Mitch looked incredulous. “That really works?”