Trouble always seemed to find its way into Solei’s office. One way or another it just seemed to weasel its way in. You’d think being a college counselor would be less dramatic than say a middle school or even high school, but alas. Taking his reading glasses off he set them aside, crossing one leg over the other as he turned his chair to the student in his office. “Would you like to tell me why you’re here?” He questioned softly, hoping to ease into things and allow the student to open up rather than force information out immediately. He had plenty of time, well, kind of.