
We were chatting on my steps. “New headshot” had been on their to-do list for a year. Their wife was picking them up to go dancing to celebrate.

It was our second session, 40 minutes in. I’d asked her to confront her crush, knowing they’d melt for her. We were reviewing, and it was banger after banger. She dabbed her eyes and said it meant so much to see herself this way.

He popped up in my LinkedIn feed and I knew the picture instantly—we’d made it in his living room eight years ago. When I texted he laughed and asked when I’m coming through Santa Barbara again.