8. Diet

"Come on, Tiffany, you gotta eat something!"

Tiffany shook her head for the nth time.

"I told you I'm not eating! I need to go on a diet, our comeback is really close!"

Yuri sighed. She was really worried for her girlfriend's health.

"I know," she said, "but starving isn't a diet. Besides, you look perfectly gorgeous right now."

She leaned in to kiss her girlfriend's cheek.

"No, I don't." The latter answered, pouting.

"Then train with me at the gym."

Tiffany rolled her eyes. 

"You talk like you don't know me. I just won't eat this food, it's full of carbohydrates."

Yuri laughed at her and stood up, shooking her head in disapproval.

"What do you wanna eat then?" She started walking towards the kitchen.

"Why? Are you cooking for me?"

"Sure."

Tiffany smiled widely. She knew her girlfriend didn't like cooking, not even to herself.

"Well, that's new." She teased.

"Anything for you, baby."

Their eyes made contact for a couple seconds until Yuri spoke again. "What are you eating then?"

"Maybe you."