My T's old office was kind of dark and lit mostly with lamps, but it felt secluded and private. It had a very distinct (good, but not perfume-y or artificial) smell that I loved because every time I smelled it, I was reminded of how someone cares about me. I sat on a couch and my T sat across from me on a chair, though the chair was faced diagonally in my direction. She had a globe, some sort of window decoration, and one painting on the wall. It was plain, but inviting. Except for the rug, which had some crazy pattern.