Who: Divorce and Aphrodite What: Welcome to the neighborhood, you're going to love it. Where: Office complex housing Aphrodite and Desmond's offices works [backdated] When: May 9th, Friday, afternoon Warnings: TBD
Last one to spam the comm for today, promise.
"Lay off on the chocolates and I'll see you on Wednesday, sweetheart."
The woman that was practically clinging onto the Greek goddess of love sniffed and nodded slowly, thanking Dr. Chase for her insight once more in the marriage that was going South because of a incident with a coffee machine. Aphrodite, in turn, tried not to wince at just how tightly the woman was holding her hand and sent her some calming vibes to get the death-grip off of her. It was probably not a very nice thing to put thoughts in her head that her husband loved her more than the shiny and new espresso machine, but it was a white lie. Practically harmless.
Once the woman had left (finally), Aphrodite was left standing alone at her office door, checking her fingers and nails, making sure that the woman didn't break those as well. She really wasn't in the mood to get them redone again, if only because it was the fault of another stressful client.
Her eyes travelled from her professionally manicured nails to the office next door. It had been unoccupied ever since Aphrodite had moved in a couple of weeks ago, but today, she had found several brown boxes outside of it. She didn't have time to investigate it personally, but she was hoping that it was someone tolerable. There was already an obvious animosity between her and the psychiatrist across the hallway, because seriously, who really believed the credentials of anyone who has sworn off sex for the betterment of mankind?