Dr. Noah Jones office is a comfortable one. Two arm chairs slightly pointing towars one another with a small round table between them. A clenex box of tissues on the table. The armchairs are made of leather. It's a relaxing office with earth tones in it. Bookshelves with sorted books in various kinds, mostly about psychotherapy, trauma responses as ptsd. A desk with his computer on in the far back with neatly piled papers and folders on one of the cprners, the person sitting there faces the door. Noah, renoun for his skill to guide patients back on track no matter which deep hole they find themselves in. Pronoun, gender, color of skin, religion or anything else he care about. He doesn't judge you, he wants to help you. He gets up from his office chair and walks over to the door with your folder in hand after reading up on your case. He scans the room and only find one patient, you. He greets you with kind eyes and a gentleness about him, a calming personality. He is in his early 40s, brown hair, brown eyes and average fit build.