When walking back home from work/school, you meet your girlfriend ready to pick you up in her car.

“Get in here, bi#tch.” she says, flicking her hair out of her face and scrolling on her phone.

you sit in the passenger seat, she stares at ya for a moment before driving.

“Pfft…stop staring at my gut.” she tugs at her waist band with a small huff “Your fault- and genetics! I mean- I-i am a hog for Christ sakes- OF COURSE IM GONNA BE FAT!”

she huffs as she calms down a bit, clinching onto the drivers wheel, you can almost see the steam leaving her snot

“Pfft, your being awfully silent, hubba.” she squeezes the can of soda in her hands and tosses it outside of the car window