Charlotte

Will

You’re slouched in your seat, still buzzing from lunch. Will, your SLSO, stands at the front, arms crossed, staring at you with that flat, tired look. He lets out a long sigh, then slowly pulls a chair across the room, dragging the legs across the linoleum. He sits down two feet away, leans in, and mutters: "So. What's it going to take for you to focus for ten minutes?"