10:34:05

“Did you really think no one would catch you? Cameras are rolling every second of the day.” The young man said rubbing his temples as he stood behind his desk.

“I'm so sorry for my brother’s behavior.” Bradley's sister apologized while shaking her head, standing by her brother's side. She nudged him glaring causing him to groan.

“I'm partly sorry.” Bradley muttered earning another nudge from his sister. “Very sorry.” he grunted.

“It's alright, I guess we could have our first actual session today. Did you finish filling out the pocket?” The young man asked with a sigh as he took a seat in his office chair.

“Uh…” Bradley started trying to think where the last place he put the packet.

“Actually we have somewhere to go today, sorry Stan.” Bradley's sister said making Bradley blink.

“Who's Stan?” Bradley asked.

“Brad...your therapist is Stan.” she said muttering as she smiled hard. “Sorry again, we'll be going. I made sure to leave a check for the damage.”

“Oh, no need but thank you.” Stan said fixing his thick-rimmed glasses.

“You need contacts or thinner-” Bradley started to say.

“Okay then! Bye now.” Bradley's sister said smiling sweetly at Stan before dragging Bradley away. “I don't understand you sometimes, this is why you're going to classes to fix this problem.” she muttered eventually dragging him out of the building with her.

“I don't see what you're talking about.” Bradley says when she lets him go, to dig for her keys in her prune colored purse.

“You do too.” she muttered placing the huge purse on the trunk of her dark, red Camry.

“Do not.” he replied peeking over her shoulder to see the mess she carried in her purse. “I would say get a new purse but then you'll just add more junk in it.”

She glared at him and he put his hands up in surrender before backing away. She let out a loud sigh that sounded more like a growl to Bradley. It's like a troll lived in her throat. And she says he needed classes to help him, the creator can't even help that.

He quirked an eyebrow. “Are you good Val?”

“Obv-iously,” she said breaking the word down and craned her neck so she could look at me. “I can't find the fucking keys to my car.” she said between her teeth.

“Well damn! I was just asking. I think you need to go to anger management, not me.” he replied rolling his eyes.

“Shut up Bradley.” she growled while viciously digging into her purse.

“Alright, fine. But does this mean no sessions? I missed the first so you're going to have to pay extra and it can't be made up unless you pay double. Sounds like a scam.” he starts rambling on.

“Bradley,” she says suddenly calm snapping him out of it.

“Yeah?” he asks slowly.

“Where's my keys?” she asks with a hand on her hip.

“Hm?” he replies humming.

“My keys, to the car.” she said pursing her cherry red lips.

“Car?” he repeats glancing around and she narrows her dark green eyes at him.

“The fucking Camry right in front of you.” she says with her voice rising.

But Bradley shrugs and says, “Go look in that dried up grape over there that you call a purse.”