The two entered the elevator, Reese Harris turned her face and laughed.
"Oliver, thank you for earlier!"
"You're welcome... uh..."
Mid-sentence, the usually elegant British gentleman rather ungentlemanly belched loudly.
Oliver blushed.
"Sorry, I... I didn't mean to, I just ate too much."
This meal almost matched his usual two meals combined; now he was so full even bending over might cause him to puke.
"Is the food at our place that good?" Reese asked with a smile.
"Your mom put more on my plate, I was worried she'd be upset if I didn't eat it, and... it wouldn't be very polite."
At this point, Oliver felt a sharp pain in his stomach, followed by a strong urge to vomit.
Usually, he ate until he was eighty percent full; this time he ate to his limit. His mouth accepted the food, but his stomach couldn't handle it.
There was no trash can in the elevator, and with Reese present, Oliver couldn't bring himself to vomit, he just suppressed it forcefully.
