"I really can't eat anymore!" Cecilia Lynch covered her stomach that was now round as a ball, "Why don't you eat? Why insist on forcing me to eat?"
She frowned, her pretty little face full of grievance, her cheeks were flushed with anger, her small mouth slightly pouted, lips stained with some oil, looking particularly tempting.
Julian Keaton sat beside her dealing with work on his computer. Hearing Cecilia's complaint, he looked up at her, his straight, thin lips curling into a slight smile.
Smoothing his brow, he leisurely uttered two words: "You're thin."
"Are you fat?" Cecilia retorted loudly.
She was about to lose her mind, and pleaded, "Can I pack the leftovers and take them with me? I promise I won't waste them, I'll finish every bit cleanly!"
Seeing he had no intention of replying, she mumbled her complaint, "I need to rush to my part-time job! I haven't worked all day, I'm going to get fired!"
