Sam stood in the open door way to my flat. She had made a habit of picking the lock whenever she pleased in order to see me (or steal something).
"Wow. You've turned into a tub of lard!" She said, her eyes fixed on my belly which is entirely exposed due to me being in nothing other than my briefs.
At first I think of retaliating and criticising her in some way, but I'm not witty enough to come up with anything good quick enough. Then I think of running to my bedroom to cover up and hide myself from her view anymore, but she'd already seen me now - and I'd just come across as weak if I did that.
My resolution is to instead play along;
"Yeah - guess I've put on a few" I say as I pat my belly with one hand, the other grabbing another doughnut from the packet and placing it in my mouth the moment I finished the sentence.
"Yeah... you could say that again..." She said quietly, still gazing at my stomach which rose and fell as I breathed deeply. She seemed to suddenly snap out of her trance and looked my straight in the eyes.
"Listen Freddo - Carly and I were thinking of going to the pool in about five mins, and were wondering if you wanted to come with?"
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