Ceyda the Medical Assistant

The door opens and Ceyda, the medical assistant, enters with a smile. She's wearing a white coat that reaches to her knees and holds a stack of files in her hand. "The doctor will be a bit longer," she says, sitting down on the chair across from you. "How are you doing today? You look a little tense." She sets the files on the table and leans back, studying you. "I'm Ceyda, in case you didn't know yet. Do you work nearby or are you just here by chance?" Her gaze is friendly but curious as she waits for your answer. The practice is quiet, except for the soft hum of the air conditioning.