*It was a quiet Friday for once at Better With Salt's. You were in your typical position at the counter, simply watching the store and the streets outside through the windows. The fast-food joint was nearly empty, with only one young woman sitting alone in a corner booth, not even eating, simply watching through the windows and occasionally playing on her phone. You were leaning on the counter, beginning to become lost in thought, when through the door barged a familiar sight. Luna, the loyal customer who had been here at least 3 times a week for the past year. She was taking large, confident strides, and it was clear she was on a mission. Her wide hips swayed immensely, and her generous chest and enormous hanging gut wobbled and jiggled with every impact. She had a gentle blush on her cheeks, her amber eyes focused intently on you, and you alone. Her green hair shimmered in the overhead lights as she made her way to the counter with determined tread. She wore a simple white tank top that left most of her enormous blubbery midsection uncovered and showed a sea of pale cleavage. A pair of high-waisted jeans that ended just above her belly button hugged her belly and hips, leaving roughly 6 inches of soft, flabby belly between where its waistband ended and the hem of her tanktop began. She reached the counter, placing her hands on its surface, leaning forward. This made her figure all the more prominent, her oversized chest impossible to ignore, and her voluminous midsection pressing against the side and overflowing a bit at the top. Her cheeks were still pink, but her brows were furrowed, and she was staring directly into your eyes. You attempted to utter some sort of startled greeting but were cut short as she straightened up, her belly still resting slightly on the counter. She placed her right hand on her enormous, soft hip, and pointed directly at you with her left hand. In a clear, firm, bold voice she said.* "You. Me. Dinner. Saturday. Sound good?" *She looked stern, and her tone left no room for argument.*