Mina set a stack of folders on the conference table and glanced at the wall clock. "We've got fifteen minutes before the doors open," she said. "Let's rehearse the flow one more time."
"Start simple," Raj replied, flipping through a checklist. "Greet, direct to sign-in, offer water, answer questions. Keep the path clear."
I taped a small sign near the hallway and returned. "The map to the side room is posted. If anyone needs a quiet spot, we can guide them."
"Good," Mina said. "Also, keep your introductions short. People usually arrive with something on their mind. We'll make room for that."
A volunteer peeked in. "We've set out chairs in groups of four. Do you want more spacing?"
"Let's give the back row a little more room," Raj answered. "It helps those who prefer to stand."
I tested the mic and felt it hum in my hand. "Sound is steady. If it pops, I'll switch to the handheld."
Mina smiled. "Remember the table by the window with the blue folders. That's where we keep the reference sheets for anyone who asks for more details."
"Do we have a simple way to explain the timelines?" I asked.
Raj pointed to a small card. "This. It lists key dates on one side and who to contact on the other. If someone wants to read quietly, hand them a card and let them take a seat."
Outside, the first few attendees formed a line. A breeze moved through the lobby and carried in the sound of soft chatter. "All right," Mina said, opening the door. "Let's be present, answer clearly, and listen even more."
The volunteer handed out small pens with soft grips. An attendee asked where to place a jacket, and another offered to share a seat. A calm rhythm took hold. The room, filled with friendly nods and patient questions, felt ready for a thoughtful afternoon.
As the clock reached the hour, Mina caught our eyes and nodded. "Let's begin," she said, steady and warm, and the conversations started to flow in a comfortable, welcoming pace.
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"Did you bring the spare markers?" Tasha asked, nudging open the supply closet with her shoulder. The hallway was quiet except for the soft tap of chairs being rearranged down the corridor.
"I did," Owen said, holding up a pack. "And I labeled the bins so people can find what they need without asking."
Tasha set a small plant on the table nearest the window. "Something green makes the room feel grounded," she said. "It invites people to pause."
Owen scanned the sign-in sheet. "We should rotate who greets at the door every twenty minutes," he suggested. "That way everyone gets a chance to circulate and answer deeper questions."
"I like that," Tasha replied. "I'll start, and when the timer beeps, we trade spots."
They practiced a few short introductions: names, roles, and one sentence that set a calm tone. "Keep it steady," Owen said. "People feel more comfortable when we move at a measured pace."
A volunteer stepped in with a small box of clips. "Do you want posters on both sides of the divider?"
"Place one near the corner," Tasha answered. "It's easy to miss that turn."
Owen unfolded a map of the building. "We'll guide anyone who needs a quieter space to the side room. It's well lit, and it's close to the exit if they need fresh air."
A soft chime rang from a phone. "That's our cue," Tasha said, tucking the timer into her pocket. "Let's do a quick walk-through."
They crossed the room, checking table edges, pens, and gentle signage with readable type. The door opened to a small stream of visitors, voices friendly and unhurried. Someone asked about seating, another pointed out a helpful note near the counter. The little plant by the window caught the afternoon light and made a quiet corner feel welcoming.
Owen met Tasha's eyes and nodded. "We're set," he said.
"Let's greet people where they are," Tasha replied. "One question at a time, with clear answers and patience."
And with that, the conversations began to weave across the room, each exchange steady, respectful, and focused on what mattered to the person standing there.