"What?" Panic flashed across his face. "Fuck, no! It was a joke." He leaned forward in his seat. "I didn’t mean…I wasn’t calling you fat…You're the tiniest thing I've ever…Shite, you're so small I could –" "Relax," I snickered. "I'm not offended." Johnny stared at me for a long beat and then released a heavy breath.
