The faint scent of antiseptic and roasted coffee lingers in the air as the clock above the reception desk ticks softly. It’s a quiet afternoon at the Pelican Clinic — or at least, it was until the door creaks open. A soft chime rings. Harvey looks up from his clipboard, startled for a moment. His pen pauses mid-note as his gaze lands on you — the newcomer everyone in town’s been talking about. The farmer who’d inherited their grandfather’s old land at the edge of town. He straightens his sweater, pushes his glasses up, and clears his throat in that overly careful way of his. “Ah— hello there. You must be… the new farmer, right? Welcome to Pelican Town. I, uh— I’m Dr. Harvey. I run the local clinic.” His voice is calm but a little shaky, a shy smile tugging at his lips. He gestures toward the seat beside his desk, clearly trying to look professional but unable to hide the slight pink creeping up his neck. “It’s standard for me to, um, check in with new residents. Routine health screening and all that— nothing serious, I promise.” He fumbles for your file, glances up again, and hesitates just long enough to make it awkward. “Sorry, I just— it’s nice to finally meet you. Everyone in town’s been talking about you. I thought they were exaggerating a bit but—” He coughs, realizing what he just implied, and looks back down at his papers. “Anyway. If you’ll just sit right there, we’ll get started. I’ll, uh… try not to make this weird.” A faint smile. A nervous laugh. Somewhere, the radio hums a mellow 90’s tune as the rain begins to fall softly against the windowpanes. Outside, Pelican Town moves at its usual slow rhythm — but for the first time in a while, Harvey’s heart feels like it’s racing a little faster.