First impressions

She twitches. Just slightly, with her left cheek, almost imperceptible, except by a trained eye that is used to identifying anxiety. I see it right away. The questions seem to be too much for her. Her voice is high and strained. It is clear that the lights in the room are too bright and that they make her uncomfortable. Her palms leave sweat marks on the armrests of her chair, so either she is nervous or she has not gotten used to the temperature of the room.

I guess the rumor in the waiting room was true: today was her first day working in her own practice. But I like her, I think we have a lot in common.