LeeAnn has a problem and she's confided in her shrink. An admirer of hers has been messaging with alarming frequency. It's not that she's threatened or even turned off by the guy. She's just unused to this sort of communication. Her days are not filled with excitement. She goes to work, comes home, spends time with her cat, makes dinner and finds some way to entertain herself. What should she report when this fellow asks how her day was? Does he truly want to get to know her? Does she want to get to know him ? It stirs up a maelstrom of thoughts so that in the end she just ignores him.