What a glutton!

Third POV

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After spending hours in the bathroom, Henry finally came out, his face appearing a bit paler than usual.

Now Abigail was done with the drawings, she hadn't even noticed that he was in the bathroom and only saw him walking towards his table.

She couldn't help herself from wondering why his face was pale, maybe he was hungry, she thought innocently.

When she glanced at the time on the wall, it was already a quarter past two.

Abigail's stomach growled, signaling her that she was hungry. She knew she had to eat something, and soon, or she would be driven to madness by the constant ache in her belly.

Abigail gathered up the papers on the desk and held them out to Henry. He took them with a nod and gestured for her to set them down on the table. She did so, placing them carefully on the surface.

Her stomach growled louder and this time it did not escape Henry's ears.

Henry picked up the phone, punching in the number of his favorite Italian restaurant. He ordered three plates o