#askthewritertsumiki

—askthewritertsumiki

Mikan had just finished with another patient, and now she made her way to the waiting room to call in the next. She looked down at the name on the chart and stopped for a second. "H-Huh?!"

She briefly wondered if someone had played a prank on her, but then realized she had been standing in the doorway with a surprised look on her face for ten seconds now.

Hesitantly, she looked up from the chart and called the first name of the patient. "M-Mikan?"

A smile crosses her face as she hears the knock on her door, followed by a voice she doesn’t yet recognize. A new client! “Ah, yes, the door is open, come on in!” She calls out, closing her laptop and setting it aside. Her tone is as friendly as ever, calm yet eager. Before she’s even in the door, she’s made her initial assessment: whoever it is is timid and will need a lot of encouragement-- so her first strategy takes form, too: don’t overwhelm her, be conversational, respect her boundaries.

Clover had been working in her garden. Her home was technically the building they all worked in. "Oo thank you Mikan!" She smiles and takes the cookies. "How are you doing today." She walks over to a bench and sits down patting the spot beside her