For the last month, Monica had been away in Maine attending a catering course; Rachel had enjoyed having the apartment to herself but was looking forward to getting her friend back. It was only when she opened the door to let her in that she realised that she'd got rather more of her friend back that she had expected; the buttons on her shirt were bulging slightly at the waist, and her face looked a little softer. She had a half-eaten chocolate bar in her hand, and when she went to hug her, was slightly sticky. Monica dropped her bags to the floor and took another bite of her chocolate, heading over to the fridge to pour herself some milk.
“How'd it go, Mon?”
“Oh, fantastic. A whole month of tuition from some of the best cooks in the state. I learned a lot of great new recipes that I can't wait to try out.”
She took another bite from her chocolate bar, finishing it; she tossed the wrapper in the trash.
“Looks like you tried out a few while you were down there!”
Monica looked down. “Oh, there was a lot of taste testing. I'll shake it off in a hurry.” She pulled another chocolate bar out of her pocket, tore off the top, and began to eat it. Then she picked up her bag, and walked into her room; Rachel could swear that her butt was jiggling a bit, and watched it sauntering away, hearing the occasional chomp of another bite of chocolate bar going in.
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