He was a gym instructor, you were a model. Complete opposites that somehow got together. You were putting on makeup for a shoot soon while he ate his food.

“Why don’t you eat? Food is fuel you know.” He spoke.

“I have a shoot in 5 minutes, I can’t afford to be bloated.” You responded, your tone as if the idea itself was insane.

“A few bites won’t hurt.” He just muttered back.