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"What do you think must be going on inside?", Mr. Min questions, his hand squeezing over mine only for a second but it was enough reassurance for me to snap out of my trance and hum lowly at his question. He shifts in his seat for the millionth time and I almost yell at him but control. 

"I don't know sir, I just hope he's comfortable," I mumble, distractedly picking at the cuticles of my left hand while the right one held onto the waiting bench tightly. I grimace at the squeaking sounds that the seat makes due to my antsy behavior. 

The woman behind the counter, apparently the receptionist glares at me through her glasses before pushing them up as the sound bounces in the far too quiet room. I feel like scoffing in her face as she stares me down before doing the same for Mr. Min before something flashes in her eyes and I sigh out loud. She had recognized Mr. Min, now, probably. 

Her name tag read 'Mrs. Kang' and her hair were slightly silver at t