


"Um... Elëa? Is that you?" "Yes. You're late." "I'm sorry, I couldn't find you..." "What? I'm literally right here." "Yeah but you look a bit different from what I expected." "What?" "I guess your profile pics look different..." "Yeah. They're old. Is there a problem?" "Maybe you should put some recent ones so people know that... You know..." "People know what?" "Um... That you... That you put on some weight..." "God, finally. You just couldn't tell me I'm fat, huh? I know. I'm obese. I'm still equally hot. So are we still on a date or not?" "Sorry, yes." "Do you feel bad for me because I'm overweight? Or do you actually find me attractive? Cause I don't wanna be on a date if you don't think I'm hot." "No I actually prefer you a bit... um... chubbier?" "I'm not chubby, I'm fat." "Sorry. I prefer you fat. I like that you're fat." "Good. Would you like to see my gut filled up with some greasy food?" "Yes please." "Then let's order and I'll show you how much bigger I can get."