Back in the coffee shop, DR. FREEBOCKER takes a sip of coffee.
I had a wicked crush on that woman…
…for years. Something about her just wormed its way into my thought process.
to DR. FREEBOCKER
I had a crush on you.
Of course you did. You were just a boy.
Well. Wonderful to see you again.
He extends his hand; she ignores it
as she leaves the shop…
Thanks for the coffee. Pity you didn’t get the analysis. You still need it, and you’re getting on in years. Bye now.
Talk about fixations.