Usually, waiting rooms are filled with people. Today the receptionist was the sole person there and only visible from the neck up thanks to the high counter surrounding her. When I was done, her likeness looked like the ones you see on foreign coins. Unsatisfying. Fortunately, I had another opportunity to sketch. A young man stepped up to the desk. I had to be fast since I knew he wouldn’t be there long. This portrait, at the bottom of the page, is the best of the day. The final subject person was across the room. Since he was far away, I focused on his posture rather than details of his face.