Noah nodded along, clearly listening to everything the girl had to say. When she had finished her piece, he pushed the notepad to one side. He shifted the pen so it was in line with it, before looking up to the girl.<br/><br/>"What you experienced is called a panic attack, commonly caused by anxiety." He began, talking slowly as he clasped his hands together. "It's perfectly normal, a lot of young adults your age suffer from different extremities of it. The point is, it's nothing to be ashamed of and it certainly isn't weird. What I can do is help you find out where the anxiety stems from and help you deal with the attacks should they happen again."<br/><br/>The man smiled, picking up his pen again to write down a couple of small notes. "So, this kind of feeling. Is it set off when you're around a lot of people? Or are there various things that set it off?" He asked, hoping to make a decent amount of progress in the first session. If he could, no doubt Amelia's father will want to keep Noah working as her therapist.<br/><br/>He was happy to not have to return to his small apartment for a while.