Summer had been convinced that her talents were useless in this town. And it was true that there was little chance she’d ever have an office with her name on it, and a paid by the hour position, but it seemed she wasn’t completely useless. She’d printed out a paper with her contact info, hung it at town square. If anyone needed to talk with a professional, to be heard, she was here. And what do you know, somebody answered.
She spotted the blonde almost as soon as she reached their agreed upon meeting point.  Fidgety, anxious, looking like she had the world on the tip of her tongue and it tasted bitter. “You must be Bexley,” she greeted as she reached the table. “I’m Summer.”
“That’s me.” She looked young but Bex wasn’t going to jump to conclusions yet. Her options were limited. “Nice to meet you.” As much of a bitch as she could be, she knew when to bite her tongue. In this case, it called for some manners unlike her usual attitude. Still, she leaned back in her seat, arms folded over her chest. “So, how does this work exactly? I tell you all my issues and shit?”