Jasmine.

"So will you visit that nice man that came over to you?" Hir father asked as they got to his house. Jasmine saw empty bottles, stained dishes that weren't washed. It wasn't a small apartment but it was stuffy and old.

Jasmine looked around and it looked like who she was years ago, she sighed. The strong smell of alcohol doubled and she was sure it was most definitely the unclosed bottles of drinks. She had a fake smile and went to the couch. It was dusty too.

"That man?" She scoffed. She wasn't ready to meet anyone and talk less of having a session with him. She looked...