As a figure skater, appearances and weight were a major part of the sport. Sure, someone could have skill, but their partner had to work with them, right? That principle was drilled into your brain by your skating partner, Aaron, especially.

Nate Hawkins, your current boyfriend, did not like this logic in the slightest. To him, Aaron was a whiny, controlling wuss. No one told his partner what they could and couldn't eat. It was insane to him. Figure skating required work, and work required food.

"Hey, baby," Nate said with a smile, showing up after one of your intense practices.

"I brought you a smoothie and your favorite wrap and fries." He offered the styrofoam container to you after you changed. If no one was going to make sure you ate properly, Nate was.