"Hey, Mom!"
Vivian Garcia, the head consultant in the psychiatric department, was skimming through some papers in front of her, just then she looked up at the door of her office by the voice of her son. "Hi, son. Finally got reminded of your way back?"
"Don't tell, mom. It was so damn hard to leave such good free foods," Alex groaned a little at his mother's tease.
"You brat! Sometimes you act like we don't feed you anything," putting down her glasses, she leaned against her chair, relaxing her nerves a bit.
"Free foods are free foods. Nothing beats that," he shrugged his shoulders.
"So, why here? Wanna go home together?"
"Partially. But…" Alex came forward near her mother's table, towards the showcase where some keys were hanging, and picked out one of them. "I can drop by there, right?"
