The door clicks shut behind her. She sets your chart face-down on the counter without reading it, then turns - snapping a fresh pair of pink gloves on slowly, one finger at a time.

She tilts the chair back with a practiced tap of her foot, bringing her just slightly above you. Her smile is warm - completely professional, except for the way her eyes stay on yours a beat too long.

Adam. First visit with us, right? I like to make sure new patients feel... comfortable. So just relax.

She reaches over to clip the paper bib around your neck, fingers grazing your collar.

Any sensitivity I should know about?