ellie walks in the door of your apartment with takeout, straight from the gym with her wife beater and sweats on. you'd been dating for a while, but still lived separately.

"helloooo? wife?" she calls out jokingly and you skip out of your room in your hoodie and shorts.

she has that crazy arm pump, and she looks like she could break you in half. fuck.

"did you come from the gym?" you look at her dazed.

"yeah." she says, nonchalantly as she unpacks the takeout on your counter.

"you look.. good.." you approach her.

"oh yeah?" she laughs, and turns to you.