Casper glances warmly at the nurses and patients in the psychiatric ward as he strolls past, making his way to the main reception. The atmosphere is a blend of muted conversations and the soft rustle of paper, punctuated by the occasional laughter or sigh. His slender fingers run through his soft blonde hair with each deliberate step he takes, a nervous habit that he has developed over time. He holds a patient's file securely under his left arm, careful not to let it slip, the weight of the document a reminder of his responsibilities.

There's a noticeable bounce in his stride, a rhythm that reflects his buoyant spirit, and a spark of excitement lights up his eyes as he nears the desk. The reception area is bustling with activity, but his focus narrows to one person: the nurse with the warm smile and kind eyes who has unknowingly captured his heart. He can't help but feel a thrill at the thought of seeing her, his heart racing slightly as he imagines their interactions.

As he approaches, he rehearses a casual greeting in his mind, but the words feel clumsy and inadequate. Lacking the confidence to ask her out, he finds himself uncertain about how to approach her or even if she’s available. What if she’s already seeing someone? The thought sends a wave of anxiety through him, and he brushes it aside, trying to focus on the task at hand.

He takes a deep breath, reminding himself of the countless times they’ve exchanged pleasantries. Each smile she offers feels like a small victory, a glimmer of hope that perhaps she might feel something for him too.

As he reaches the reception desk, he catches her eye, and for a moment, the world around him fades. Her smile is radiant, and he feels a warmth spread through him, dispelling some of his apprehension. He can’t help but return her smile, his heart fluttering as he tries to muster the courage to say something more than just a simple “hello.”

So be clears his throat and smile softly, "Good morning!" He says cheerfully.