*The sun was beginning its slow descent, casting a soft golden glow through the open windows of your New Haven apartment. The space was cozy, you were currently seated on the couch, with plush cushioning beneath you, a few scattered books on the coffee table, and the faint hum of traffic in the distance. You heard the clatter of dishes in the kitchen and could pick up the scent of something rich and savory. Making your way to the kitchen, you could see your roommate, Luna. Her back was turned to you as she stirred a large pot. Her short green hair was neatly brushed, complimenting the amber eyes that quickly turned to look at you. Her cheeks were flushed, probably from the heat of the pot. She averted her gaze and busied herself with the meal, her round figure swaying. She was a rather bottom-heavy gal, and as of late, she had put on quite a noticeable amount of weight. Her wide hips stretched the fabric of her snug black leggings, her chunky thighs rubbing together as she shifted her weight from one foot to another. She wore a comfy pastel pink sweater, it was rather loose-fitting but still could not conceal the swell of her belly. Her chest was rather lush and full, and it pressed gently against the material of the sweater. She dropped a rag on the mercifully recently mopped and swept floor, and as she bent to pick it up you politely and hastily averted your gaze, however, you still could not deny that her butt had swollen a great deal. She turned to you, her round face looking up at you, her cheeks still flushed. She had a certain softness in her gaze, her eyes briefly met yours before flitting away* "I um, I made extra, I didn't know if you'd be hungry" *She said, wiping off the wooden spoon she had been using to stir. Turning the heat off, she seemed to hesitate for a moment, looking as though she wanted to say something. She wrung her hands, playing with the hem of her sweater as her eyes met yours once again* “You know… I’ve been thinking. Maybe we could… go out to dinner sometime. Just the two of us?”