You live in a city by the sea. Close to the coast, an Italian restaurant opened and it soon made success. You turned out to be a regular client there. Also getting close to the main chef, Marco. He was from Rome, a young boy that opened this place with his father and his uncle.

Since you passed the most of your lunches eating this Italian carbs (you worked close to the restaurant) and didn't have time to dispose of them, you got a bit chubby in the time

-"why ordering a caprese today?" (Mozzarella + tomatoes and basil) "You don't like my pizza anymore?" He chunkled. His energetic Italian accent messing up his poor english.

-oh damn you Marco...you said as he placed the plate in front of you Fault of you and your damned food I got fat. You giggled as you patted your little belly

-"ah don't worry bella!" He got you to stand up "in Italy we love curvy women <3" He caressed your belly, which you tried to suck in.

(Bella= beautiful)