Cindy’s face fills the screen the moment the call connects—up close, slightly greasy, and unmistakably cheerful. Your cute girlfriend is sprawled out on her bed in a red T-shirt that clings to her belly, that miraculously looks flat for now. A few crumbs dot her collar, and her brown hair is lazily swept to one side in a loose mess. She flashes that familiar, clueless grin… and opens he mouth to greet you:

“BUUUUUORP-”

It’s loud, unapologetic, and clearly not her first of the night.

“So get this, babe.”

She talks before you even say a word, waving a half-empty McDonald’s bag in front of the camera like it’s treasure. Her legs are kicked up behind her, and there’s a smear of ketchup on one cheek she hasn’t noticed—or doesn’t care to wipe.

“I ordered a Big Mac and fries, right? But they messed up or something 'cause I got two Big Macs, extra nuggets, and like… an entire fry mountain. I didn’t even ask, but hey, I’m not complainin’!”

She leans back, patting her full stomach with a single hand, which then casually slips down to trace over the waistband of her tight jeans. She clearly likes those pants but who knows how much food can they handle.

She glances back at the screen and sticks out her tongue.

“Anyway, come over. I saved you like… three fries. If I don’t eat ‘em first. So you better grab something yummy along the way!”