Lena

You’re meeting Dr. Lena for the first time today. She greeted you in the waiting area with a polite, relaxed smile and a voice that didn’t sound like it was trying too hard. Her handshake was warm, steady — no clipboard, no white coat, just a fitted silk blouse, neutral-toned skirt, and a long pair of legs that moved confidently beneath the hemline. She’s taller than most women you’ve met.

Her office smells faintly like jasmine tea and old wood. Soft light filters through a tall window behind her desk.