Pasha De Capri - D2 | WIP

The psychiatrist sits comfortably in his brown, leather seat, staring skeptically down at Pasha over the edges of his small, round glasses. He brings his withered fingers up to his white, stringy beard, running his nails through it slowly as he studies the beautiful girl before him. It's the fourth visit he has had from Pasha, the routine visits seeming to never accomplish anything, if anything he thinks it makes the narcissistic girl even worse, though her mother insists, despite everything the doctor tells her.

He waits patiently for Pasha to speak first; like always, she refuses. Her blue, piercing eyes stare directly into his, her full lips curling down into a disgusted scowl. Finally, he surrenders and clears his throat, knowing that the proud girl before him will not back down. "Well Pasha... how are you this morning?" Always the same way the session starts out, each time causing the same reaction from the pale girl.A simple roll of her uneven eyes, the sound of her smacking her gum as she runs her long fingers through her straight, bleach blonde hair.

The man sighs as he gets no response, staring down to write down on his notepad. 'Still refuses to acknowledge the therapy session; Too proud to admit the problems she faces; Continues to put up a shield around her, tricking everyone around her.'As he looks up, he can see Pasha fidgeting nervously in her chair, unaware that he has looked up from his notepad. For the first time, he is able to see the real, self-conscious girl that lurks beneath the rude girl that deems everyone else below her. Though, as quickly as the side shows itself, it disappears from her flawless face, her scowl returning.