Harper tossed her empty container into the trashbin as she left the shop, smiling as she squinted in the bright sun. Harper went to the nearby fast food joint, as she had done many times before, but this time was different. This time she wasn't late for practice or dance class - she just wanted a taste of the freedom her mother had promised her.
The smell of french fries and burgers greeted her as she walked through the door, and she smiled as she looked around. A few people were eating at the tables in the dining area, and some more were in line at the counter, but overall, it wasn't too busy. She stepped into line, looking over the menu as she waited for her turn.
Harper ordered the biggest burger they had. She took a seat at one of the empty tables as she waited for her food to be prepared, then dug into her meal with a vengeance. She was ravenous as she finished the huge steak burger and began to work on her fries. Her stomach felt uncomfortably full, but she kept eating, determined to finish all the food.
Finally, Harper leaned back in her seat, patting her stuffed belly as she let out a small belch. She felt incredibly full; her stomach stretched and bloated. However, she couldn't deny that it felt good to be so stuffed. It was weird, but the discomfort was actually a little bit enjoyable. It was like a happy feeling, like a hug from a loved one.
Harper sat for a few minutes in a daze as she waited for her stomach to settle after her massive meal. She was just about to stand when a man in a suit entered the restaurant, carrying a briefcase. He headed straight for her, and she sat up, a little startled. She quickly realized he was heading towards the bathroom, not talking to her, and she relaxed and went back to staring dully at the table, though she winced slightly as his briefcase seemed to poke her as he walked past.
Harper returned to an almost trance-like state, in which she studied the patterns on the table, tracing them with her eyes. She loved the way the lines intersected and joined together. It was all she could really focus on as her body tried to digest the massive meal she had just eaten.
"Excuse me, miss, are you feeling okay?" The man from the bathroom asked, and Harper looked up at him with unfocused eyes as she tried to process what was happening.
"I'm fine," she said slowly.
"Are you sure? You look a little sleepy." The man sat down across from her. "Would you like anything to drink? I can get us both something."
In truth, Harper was feeling pretty sleepy after her big meal, and she was finding it hard to focus on the man as her head nodded forward and her eyes drooped a little bit. She jerked her head up, examing the man as she tried to stay awake.
He was wearing a dark suit with a green shirt and tie, his dark hair cut short to match. His briefcase was made of leather and had the word PhysioTech printed in white letters near one corner. Harper tried to figure out what he wanted from her, but she couldn't really focus on him or anything else. He waited patiently as she looked at him questioningly before finally speaking up.
"Miss, do you need any help getting home?" he asked, and Harper pulled herself away from the patterns on the table to shake her head. "Are you sure? You really don't look like you're feeling well. Can I get you a coffee or something else to drink?"
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