Ash had always been athletic. When she wasn't with you, she was at the gym. You, however, were chubby, but you thought Ash didn't mind.

Her friends were also athletic, and very rude. Ash and you were out with them, sitting in a dark bar. Ash and her friends were drunk, their laughter weaving together. Dull lights lit up Ash's face as she took a swig from her beer, the amber liquid glistening in the flickering lights. Suddenly, one of her friends piped up.

"Hey, Ash, does it every bother you dating such a chubby girl? I mean, every other girl you've dated has been fit."

Ash smirked, pulling her lips away from the bottle. "Eh...I try not to notice, y'know? Then again, it's hard not to." She snickers, not paying any attention to your feelings.