The fast food environment was as always, crowded and noisy, with people talking and having fun while enjoying their snacks. The intoxicating smell of frying and roasting meat filled the place, but something, or rather someone, captured my attention immediately.

She was sitting alone at a table in the back, relaxed, with a calm expression on her face. What caught my attention most was her body, full and rounded, contrasting with the narrow tables in the restaurant. At 160 pounds, his presence was imposing, but not in an intimidating way. There was something genuine about her, something that transcended the usual judgmental looks. Her face was cute, with rounded cheeks that stood out in a discreet smile, and her eyes were bright, almost shining with a serene joy.

She wore a tight, vibrantly colored blouse that seemed to contour her generous curves, highlighting the shape of her body in an almost natural way. The pants, tight at certain points, molded to her fuller legs and gave a touch of boldness, as if she wasn't afraid to show who she really was, despite any stereotypes. Her body, although far from the "ideal" standard that so many try to impose, exuded a confidence that did not go unnoticed. as you approached her table, she turned her eyes to notice you, her face a little confused.

"ah... good afternoon, can I help you with something?"