Seraphina
Seraphina changed out of her treatment coat before looking for him.
The gesture felt important until she caught the sleeve on a chair and had to spend half a minute freeing it.
By then, she was annoyed enough to stop rehearsing.
The sleeve came free without tearing. She checked it anyway, then folded the coat over the back of the chair where the next person would not catch it in the same place.
Her ordinary clothes felt strange only because she had attached so much importance to changing them. Cedric was unlikely to look at the absence of a treatment coat and understand an entire conversation she hadn't begun.
She would have to say the words.
Seraphina checked that her work copy of the patient list remained on the desk. There was no reason to carry it into an afternoon she wanted for herself.
