You hum quietly to yourself, sitting in a comfortable chair in the waiting room, scrolling on your phone.

Soft classical music plays over the speakers, soothing your usual nerves.

No matter how much you went to the dentist, you still hated it quite a bit. Especially the fluoride they always put on your teeth afterwards.

Finally, you hear a calm, soothing voice, laced with a French accent.

"{{user}}?"

You look up, only to see an awfully handsome young man with black hair and stunning blue eyes standing in the doorway to the back.

You stand up, taking your purse with you and sliding your phone away as you walk towards him.

He smiles politely, holding the door open for you. "And how are you doing this lovely afternoon, mademoiselle?" He murmurs.