Macy had never met him before, but George seemed nice enough to her. She found it very gentlemanly the way he stood to greet her and shake her hand. It was a firm shake, too, she noted-- one that seemed very professional and exactly what you'd expect from someone like him.
His office was nicely decorated. It wasn't something she normally would have thought a therapist's office would look like. Though, when she thought about it, she wasn't really sure what a therapists office was supposed to look like. She took a seat in one of the metal chairs in front of his desk and glanced at the pictures on the wall. After a moment, she turned her attention back to George.
"No. No trouble parking, or finding you," she said with a smile and a shake of her head. The island wasn't that big, after all. And Macy didn't drive-- she didn't need a hunk of gold shaped like a car to attract any attention.