“Um, you don’t get to tell me what to do or boss me around.” Evan glares as Rene starts driving.
“I’m supposed to make sure you can do your job. This is part of that. You won’t find this disease or poison or whatever it is if you’re half-starved and passing out. I could have waited this morning while you ate.” Rene sounds frustrated.
“I’ll try and remember from now on.”
“You’re supposed to be a doctor. I thought doctors were smart enough to feed themselves.” Rene rolls his eyes.
“You’d be surprised by how many doctors don’t eat well.”
“Well, put that on hold for the case,” Rene says, glancing over at Evan.
Evan rolls his eyes. “God, you’re so bossy.”
“You seemed to like it last night,” Rene mutters, and then his eyes go wide, like he can’t believe he let that slip out.
“Just cos I
