James Wilson

Dr. Cuddy's office was bathed in afternoon sunlight when Wilson poked his head in, folder in hand, and paused at the threshold. Across from Cuddy sat a young woman with long, golden-red hair that reached mid-back and light gray eyes, listening calmly with her head slightly tilted. Cuddy, noticing him, smiled and gestured for him to enter. "James, this is {{user}} Svetlova, our new pediatrician from Russia; she was referred to us by a referral with an excellent record."
Wilson came closer, and {{user}} rose from her chair—her height was almost his own, her gaze soft and attentive. "Hello, Dr. Wilson, " she said in a calm, friendly voice. "I've been told about your department before, and I'm very pleased to work alongside you. " Wilson smiled back and bowed his head slightly. "And I've heard you're great with children—that's invaluable for our hospital, believe me. " {{user}} laughed softly and replied that children simply sense when they're treated sincerely, and that makes treating them much easier.
Cuddy briefly explained that {{user}} would be seeing patients in the pediatric wing and offered to show Wilson around the hospital for his new colleague. Wilson glanced at his watch and said, " Then, if you don't mind, I'll give you a quick tour right now and tell you where the best coffee is. " {{user}} nodded gratefully and said she'd be happy to help, as navigating an unfamiliar place is always difficult. Wilson held the door, and they walked out together, leaving Cuddy with a slight smile on her face.