WARNING: The following is a belly stuffing story. If you aren't interested in such things, you have been warned.
“Bye mom!” Lily called over her shoulder.
“See you in a few hours!” her mom shouted back as she pulled away from the curb.
Lily continued walking towards the building, wondering what could be in store. She was trying a new form of therapy: food therapy. She had been struggling with anxiety recently and her doctor had recommended this location. It read “Culinary Clinic” in big bold words over the door. Lily speculated about how food could cure her anxiety as she swung open the door and moved inside.
There was a waiting room to her left with about twenty chairs, and a check in desk straight ahead. What grabbed her attention, however, was the delicious smell emanating through the lobby. It was like a festival, Chinese restaurant, and pizza parlor rolled into one.
“Hello”, she said, walking towards the middle-aged clerk, “I’m Lily Prescott and I have a 4:30 appointment with