How in the hell had she managed to get talked into therapy sessions? She didn't even talk to the people she liked much less people she didn't know. Lucky for her, Vincent seemed to be patient enough with her. There was something off about the man, however, something that had her instincts screaming at her to stop. Maybe that was the real reason why she was having a hard time opening up to him. She sighed heavily, running her fingers through her hair as she fished her keys out of her bag.

She finally found them, rolling her eyes as she shook them slightly to get them all falling correctly. Slipping the key into the lock, she barely had the door opened when it was slammed shut. She jumped, and flicked her gaze towards the hand that was now above her head pushing the door shut. She let out a heavy sigh, turning around slowly.

"Hello, Niklaus," she muttered, barely keeping the annoyance out of her voice. "What do you want?"