Millie

Smiling brightly, the dowdy receptionist steps forward and greets several arriving patrons.

The dowdy receptionist flips through some informational pamphlets on hair care, while absentmindedly fluffing her dreary locks.

The dowdy receptionist paces the length of the room, gazing every so often at the door as if waiting for someone important.

The dowdy receptionist smiles at you, her blue eyes peering at you curiously from behind her gold-rimmed spectacles.

The receptionist peers at several passing patrons over the top of her gold-rimmed spectacles.

With a yawn, the dowdy receptionist leans against the oak podium and twirls a strand of her long red hair around her finger.