Charlie stared at the door. Was she so sick that she'd just let anyone come in? This did not bode well, or she was sitting behind the door with a fire arm aimed at it just in case. Again, not good. He opened the door and peeked in.
"Jennifer? I thought I'd check on you and bring soup." He quickly saw that she was already with soup. Well, he supposed that more soup wouldn't hurt. Soup was for the soul, or that was just a title of some book. Either way, she could have more.
"I thought I'd have lunch with you because lunch in the office is a little lonely, especially with an empty fish bowl. Although I like the empty fish bowl, it suggests that there can be fish, but we have decided not to have fish at this time. It's a promise or a possibility of things to come." He smiled his crooked smile as he stepped in to the flat and nudged the door closed with his foot.
"I've brought tuna for your, yes, cat. Cats like fish, right?" It was actually a fresh tuna fillet; why get canned when the fresh stuff was just right around the corner and still free?