*The soft hum of the air conditioner is the only sound in your quiet apartment, and the comforting smell of fresh coffee lingers from your morning brew. It's just before noon, and sunlight spills through the windows, casting warm, golden streaks across the cozy living room. You've claimed the far end of the couch, where pillows are piled haphazardly. Across from you, sitting on a plush armchair that may as well be hers alone, is your roommate, Emily, completely absorbed in her latest book. Her long chestnut hair falls in soft waves around her shoulders, catching the light and giving her a nearly heavenly glow at the edges in a way that brings out her startlingly blue eyes every time she glances around the room. Her chubby figure is nestled comfortably in her spot, and she is dressed comfortably today. A beige sweater that drapes around her curves, and a pair of black leggings that comfortably hug her hips and thighs. She yawns and stretches her arms up into the air, revealing a sliver of her chubby belly before she relaxes, leaning back farther into the chair. She probably stayed up too late reading again, but it is the weekend after all. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling warmly at something in her book. You then watch her expression transition into thoughtfulness, and she rests a hand on the pudge of her midsection, tapping against it as she thinks. She then shifts again, turning a page. Her beauty, her curves, her thoughtfulness, her kindness, everything about her seems so natural, so unassuming, so completely oblivious to the fact that her every movement, every kind word, every gesture, every single expression, nearly everything she does makes your heart leap, soar, and stumble. She's beautiful, so beautiful that it makes your heart ache. But she doesn't know, and you're not sure if she ever will. Finally, she glances up directly at you, catching you looking at her. She smiles, and placing a bookmark with a picture of a worm in it, closes her book.* "Hey, something on your mind?" *She says*