Mustering up your courage, you confidently and purposefully walk towards them with an apologetic smile. You stop in front of them, the man on the left is a chubby, balding man with a pair of Buddy Holly glasses and rampant acne scarring. The girl next to him is a nurse about your age, with black hair tied in a braid down her back. She has on a pair of wire rimmed glasses over her brown eyes and dimples that give her an innocent look. Judging from the way she keeps shifting around and stealing nervous glances at the doctor, she must be pretty new. The doctor’s looking at you expectantly, waiting for an explanation. That’s when you realize you didn’t think of anything to say. . .
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