"I don't think you're fat," Rosie gave her answer, less tense than before. "You only put on a little. Frankly, with your appetite, I'm surprised you haven't put on more."
Lake had to agree, he ate quite a lot these days. He patted his tummy, wondering where all the food went. Maybe if he spent some days at home, away from work, the effects of the food he ate would be more prominent.
Davian stepped out of the connecting door shortly after, "Doctor Perez is here," He announced with his entrance.
Lake rose to his feet, eager to get it over with. At first, he had been unbothered, but now he was begining to get a little anxious about the whole matter. What if Davian and Rosie was right, and the stress was truly starting to get to him?
His meal almost completely consisted of foods with spice, a little bowl of noodles couldn't have possibly been the trigger.
Doctor Perez had been ushered into a living room on the first floor, the doctor standing stiffly in the middle of the room.
