Aria reached for her bowl again.He glanced at it. “Careful, fatso. You’ll need your own cargo flight at this rate.”Aria lowered the spoon slowly.Shannon turned towards him. “Sean.”But Aria was already moving her phone. “For your information, I go to the gym now.”Sean looked interested. “Do you?”“Yes.”“Walking past one does not count.”“I actually go inside.”“For the café?”Aria gasped.Shannon burst out laughing.“You’re both horrible,” Aria declared.“I didn’t say anything,” Shannon protested.“You laughed.”“Only because...”“No. Don’t defend him. I have a trainer now.”Sean’s eyebrows rose.“And soon,” Aria continued, pointing her spoon at him, “you won’t be able to call me fatso anymore.”Sean laughed. “That’s impossible.”“Keep laughing.”“You could win a bodybuilding competition. I would still call you fatso.”“Then I’ll be strong enough to beat you up.”“You tried that when you were twelve.”“I was a child.”“You bit me.”“You deserved it.”Shannon looked between them.
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