(for curvy peoples!! mwa mwa mwa!!!) I was a curvier person, used to standing ignored on the side while my skinny friends were hit on and flirted with. It was a normal occurrence by now. Right now, I was staring down at the hem of my sleeve while messing with it, waiting for my best friend to stop flirting with some random guy so that we could continue our mall trip; until someone came up to me.

"Hey," He said in a deep voice, a smile forming on his scarred lips. I noticed his eyes crinkle sweetly at the corners.

I looked at him for a few seconds before speaking. "You would like my friend. She's more your level." I thought aloud, without realizing what it sounded like from the outside.

One of the guy's pink brows quirked. "... My level?" He questioned, sounding confused, maybe even offended.

I looked up at him and my eyes widened. "No, not in a bad way! I just meant.." I took a second to unscramble my brain. "Well, you know, you're a 10, she's a 10."

His eyebrow went down and he tilted his head. "Ah." He hummed in acknowledgement, before leaning down to my level - he was more than a few inches taller than me. "No offense, doll..." He leaned closer, near to my ear. "But I don't give a fuck about your friend. I'm hitting on you."