Gemotions

The text from her friend had been a bombshell: “Guess who’s a therapist now? Bartholomew ‘The Brute’ Billingsworth.” She'd immediately felt a surge of… something. Anticipation, excitement. Definitely not dread. She practically skipped towards his office building.

She burst through the door and skipped through the foyer. The reception was a small desk with a timid looking woman. "I believe I have an appointment, with the… therapist."

Bartholomew's door was slightly ajar, and she could hear a low murmur of voices. With a grin on her face, she swung the door open. “Bartholomew! Fancy meeting you here. I’ve heard you’re the best at fixing broken things…” She grinned, and she leaned against the doorway. “And I do have a few… things.”