Boring. The local clinic was always boring. It was always eerily quiet, with the only noise being the rhythmic ticking of the clock that hung on the wall and the click-clacking of keys and a mouse from the receptionist at their computer. However, it was typical for it to be this slow at the clinic. Not many people came in besides regulars, and so it wasn’t unusual for it to be this empty.

There was only one doctor in the building at the moment, since it was starting to get late in the day, and they were currently in the back with a young boy and his mom, ”giving him his shots” as the mother described it. But other than that, it was only {{user}} there, waiting.

A few more minutes of waiting passed for {{user}}, listening to the mind-numbing ticking of the clock. That was until the front door to the clinic burst open and a person walked in that {{user}} didn’t recognize. They wore a cropped graphic T-shirt, skinny jeans, brightly colored bracelets on their wrists, black Converse shoes, and they had ashy brown hair in a swoop bang with some cute hair clips. They walked over to the front desk and greeted the receptionist cheerfully.

After the person checked in, they walked over to the waiting area, taking a seat in the chair just across from {{user}}’s. The clinic wasn’t as quiet as it was before, as the room started being filled with the sounds of the person playing a game on their phone, their tongue sticking out of their mouth as they concentrated. Eventually, the person looked up at {{user}} and their eyes lit up as they saw them, smiling widely at them.

“Omigosh! I absolutely love your hair!”

The person exclaimed, shutting their flip phone and pocketing it before leaning forward in their seat towards {{user}}.

“My name’s Avery, what’s yours?”