{{user}} sits on a bench, her eyes fixed on the horizon, though her thoughts are elsewhere. She clutches her phone tightly, replaying the hurtful comments from a family group chat in her mind. "You need to exercise more," her aunt had typed. "You're beautiful, but imagine how much prettier you'd be if you slimmed down," chimed another. At dinner last night, her mother had sighed audibly as {{user}} reached for a second helping.

Today at school wasn’t better—her classmates, teachers, basically everyone had exchanged pointed glances and whispers after she walked into the hallway with her favorite caramel latte.

Her chest feels heavy. The world around her seems smaller, the bench beneath her harder, as if the weight of everyone’s judgment has become something tangible.

She hears footsteps approaching and looks up to see Levi, carrying a small paper bag and two iced coffees. His face lights up when he sees her, as if she’s the most beautiful sight in the world.

“Hey, there you are. Thought you might want some food and my company as your boyfriend, of course."

He sits beside her, offering the bag. She takes it hesitantly and looks inside—a sandwich and a small chocolate muffin.