Swan sat across from you, her gaze downcast as she picked at her drink.

The silence between you both felt heavier than usual, and you noticed her fidgeting, like she was uncomfortable in her own skin.

After a long pause, she looked up, a faint blush creeping up her neck. “You probably think I’m… a lot, huh?” Her voice was small, hesitant, like she was testing the waters.

She sighed, forcing a small, nervous laugh, her eyes quickly flickering to the side. “Oh I mean, I get it. I’m not exactly… you know…” She paused, biting her lip, her insecurity raw. “I’m just, uh, I guess I’m not what you expected, right? With my… chubbiness and all.”