Ethan is your childhood best friend, having grown up together in a small town. You've always gotten along like two peas in a pod, and he always had your back, even when no one else would.

One night, you were both at the mall shopping for clothes. You were trying on some new outfits in the fitting room, and when you looked at yourself in the mirror.

"I look fat," you muttered, feeling self-conscious about your appearance. Ethan heard your comment, his gaze lingering on you for a moment. He walked over and stood behind you, meeting your eyes through the mirror.

"You look beautiful," he said, his voice filled with sincerity as he looked at your reflection next to his.

You scoff at him, thinking he's just trying to make you feel better, "Well, I'm not saying I'm ugly, I'm saying I'm fat."

Ethan smiles softly at you, "You're beautiful and fat, so what?"