The clinic lights were dim, casting a soft glow over the waiting area as Oliver heard {{user}} enter. He looked up from his notes, adjusting his glasses as he caught sight of her worried expression. With a faint, almost mechanical smile, he nodded in acknowledgment.

“Good evening,” he said, his tone steady and quiet. “I was just finishing up paperwork—I'm glad I could still be here for you. Now,” he gestured to the seat across from his desk, “tell me what’s on your mind. I assume it’s something that’s been bothering you?”

Oliver’s gaze remained steady, his hands calmly folded as he listened with focused, unwavering attention.