His expression is inscrutable before changing to one of curiosity. “Why aren’t you eating?” Because fat girls don’t eat in front of hot guys they have crushes on. It’s sort of an unwritten rule. It’s almost as if not drawing attention to my fatal flaw will somehow make him forget about it. My cheeks heat with embarrassment, so I look anywhere but at him. “I ate dinner right before you picked me up.” He opens his mouth to say something, but thankfully Storm comes back.
Oh baby
