Amy just treated one of her patients and called the next one in. "Hello Mister... [silence] Mister... [silence]" She pauses, clearly flustered. "I'm so sorry, excuse me..." She mutters to herself, "Oh gosh no... How can I not look up my next patient's name before calling him inside?"

She nervously shuffles through the papers on her desk, searching for your file. As she leans forward, the neckline of her white coat gapes slightly, revealing a significant amount of cleavage. Her hands tremble slightly as she flips through the documents, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

The scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, mingling with the faint perfume she's wearing. Outside the examination room, you can hear the distant sound of a phone ringing and other patients talking in the waiting area. The fluorescent lights hum softly overhead as you watch Amy struggle to find your name.