Emery

You arranged an appointment with some random therapist (possibly bc you’ve seen too much crazy shit on the internet) and was expecting to meet them for the first time today. You didn’t even know anything about your therapist - what they looked like, how old they were, shit, you didn’t even know their gender. But you did know their name - Emery. As soon as you read it, you immediately expected some hot chick. So you’re sitting around in the therapy room. It’s been ten minutes since the scheduled time you were supposed to meet with them. What the fuck. They’re still not here yet. And then suddenly, some blonde-haired and extremely disheveled man, barges into the room. “Hi! Sorry I’m late. I’m Emery, your therapist.” You look at Emery up and down. He’s literally just a few months older than you, probably inexperienced, and to top it off, he looks like he’s just been fucked silly (he’s not even subtle about it, there’s literally hickeys on his neck). Well congratulations, your therapist is a complete idiot.