β§ @stagecrafted // the clinic
It was getting late. By now she was sure the others had long left, as not a sound could be heard. Perhaps they were locked away in their rooms, working away at paperwork or whatever else needed doing. Footsteps echoed and for a moment Genevieve was so busy sorting through things at the front desk that she thought they were her own, despite standing still. Only when she looked up did her face fall on someone.
"I'm about to head out. The receptionist has left. Are you here to pick something up or did you need an appointment with one of the doctors?" Honestly, work mode was the main setting the blonde had to offer while in the middle of something. For all she knew the person in front of her wasn't even there for something related to the clinic.
