When Dylan arrived at the office, Justin was waiting for him by the desk, a small packet of medicine in hand. Without wasting time, Justin handed it over.
"The doctor's appointment is set for the afternoon," he said briskly. "For now, this should ease your discomfort." His brow furrowed slightly as curiosity got the better of him. "By the way, what's with the sudden stomach trouble? What did you eat last night?"
Dylan paused, the memory of the previous night flickering vividly in his mind. He exhaled, his shoulders sagging slightly. "Spicy food," he admitted with a hint of regret. "Very, very spicy."
"Spicy food? You?" Justin's eyebrows shot up in shock. He didn't know when Dylan had started liking spicy food.
Dylan nodded sheepishly. "From a street vendor."
Justin's eyes widened to an almost comical extent. "Street food?" he exclaimed. "You, Dylan Brooks, ate street food?"
