It was the name she'd been given. The boy had addressed himself as Dorian and so, until a distinction was made, she too would address him as Dorian.
He didn't shake her hand, so she retracted it. His eyes were large, he spoke with an accent. He wasn't American.
Her steps were carefully placed as she walked them back to down the hall, out of the sight of the receptionist.
Not that it mattered.
Once inside, Mirina Lockwood's office was large with a window view onto the city. The blinds were pulled half up to let the natural light in while the rest of the room remained untouched by lamps.
Cherry wood desk with a black computer monitor, no tower in sight. No papers, book shelf covered with various colors and sizes.
Two chairs for patients and a soft plush couch.
"Please have a seat, anywhere is fine."
Taking the papers from him she gestured to the seats available to him before taking her own at the desk.