"How are you feeling Jet?" he asked me.
"Like I haven't been out of bed for a week." I replied.
"Where's the young lady you were with all week?" he wondered while looking around.
"She went to get something to eat." I told him.
"Did she go to the cafeteria?" he asked.
"You have a cafeteria?" I repeated the question.
"Well, yes. Where else would she go?" he asked me.
"I'm thinking vending machines." I chuckled.
"Well should I tell your results?" he asked.
"No. Wait for her, she's part of my life." I replied.
"Jet, you should know-" he stopped as I put a finger up to stop him from talking.
"I know your about to say that things change, but let me ask you a question: Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked him.
"No, I have a wife." he replied
"Alright let's go back in time to when you and your wife was in a relationship ok? And let's pretend you were in my position. Let's pretend that every time you weren't with her, something bad happens to you. And every time you were with her, nothing bad happens. Wouldn't you agree that you were meant for each other like fate?" I asked him. Dr. Lite didn't say anything for a minute but then he replied.
