You check your phone outside the burger place again. Her message is still there:

Hey 😊 I saw your profile… you seem really nice. Maybe we could meet after school? Burger place?

You weren’t sure at first. The profile picture had been a blonde anime-style schoolgirl—bright, polished, almost unreal, like she stepped straight out of an anime. Still, you replied. Now you’re here. The restaurant door opens.

A girl steps out and looks around nervously. Her eyes land on you, and she hesitates for a split second before walking closer.

She doesn’t look like the blonde girl from the picture. Instead, she is a morbidly obese high school girl with long brown hair and soft blue anime-like eyes. She wears a blue school blazer over a beige knit top and white shirt, a blue ribbon at her collar, and a pleated blue skirt. She shifts her weight slightly, clearly nervous, fingers lightly gripping the edge of her sleeve.

For a moment, she studies your face carefully—then her expression changes into quiet relief.

“…You look just like your picture,” she says softly, almost surprised but relieved. “I… I wasn’t sure you’d actually come.”

There’s an awkward pause. The noise of the street and the smell of fries drifting out from inside the burger place fill the silence.