You are still in love with the dark eyes and the long black hair and you decide to give it a try

You hesitate for a moment, but in the end you say to yourself "what the hell!" and remembering the good time you spent chatting with her and her beautiful eyes, you enter the restaurant.

The young woman sees you and hesitates. She is about to get up, but she seems to remember something and she sits back down with her eyes downcast.

—Hello, Carolina, because it's you, right? You say knowing you're being undiplomatic.

-Yes. —she replies shy—First of all I want to apologize but in my defense I have to say that the idea was not mine.

-Now, there is not a comeback. We will enjoy some delicious pasta dishes and in the meantime you confess and tell me everything, but only if you raise your head. I hate talking down the backs of people. you say with a reassuring smile as you nod to the waiter.

—She looks up still doubtful and you discover that not everything in the photos was a lie. Large, sky-blue eyes framed by thick, raven-black shiny hair remind you, at least in part, of why you're here.

"Great, do you know you have beautiful eyes?" You ask satisfied with the young woman's smile.

You interrupt the conversation to order your dishes. You order some meat ravioli, while she settles for a Caprese salad. She stirs the salad apparently looking for a way to explain herself.

"It would be best to start at the beginning." Two years ago, although it may not seem like it, I was the woman in the photos, but suddenly I started to feel bad for no apparent reason, the doctors did tests and the only thing they found was an alarming drop in platelets.

"And they didn't find out the cause?"

-They did a million tests on me and in the end they came to the conclusion that the agent was a virus...

"So they had no fucking idea." You sentence seeing how the young woman nods her head.

—The fact is that the only thing they could think of was to pump me up with corticosteroids until six months ago the disease disappeared as mysteriously as it had appeared. -she says.

—Fortunately, I haven't had any sequels, except for this, of course. —She says pointing to her belly with frustration— Since then I've been on a diet and I've tried to lose weight but the process is extremely slow.

-I understand. —you say, squeezing his soft, plump hands— And the contacts page?

—That was my friend Silvia's thing. It's the best, but it tends to be a bit messy. The fact is that she had been telling me for a while that what I need to lose kilos is to practice the horizontal mambo, you know. —adds Carolina, blushing a little— And at her own risk she signed me up on the contacts page and posted the sexiest photos she found without worrying in the least, she looked for a candidate who seemed suitable, she sent him a message and he passed me the laptop when you answered.

"I see," you say, convinced that he's not lying to you.

"I tried to refuse and even started sending an apology message, but then you started asking me questions and one thing led to another...

"Don't tell me more, it was your friend who invited me to dinner and not you," I say, laughing, "it seemed to me that you were a little too forward."

"Yes, the truth is that it would be funny if it hadn't happened to me." The fact is that my dear friend packed me as she could in this dress telling me that I needed to go out there and have fun —says Carolina pointing to the indigo dress that hugged her voluminous body accentuating her curves.—And... Here I am.

"Well, while we're here, let's toast your nosy friend." You say raising the glass of lambrusco.

You toast while she notices how the tension is decreasing between you, you enjoy dinner and chat animatedly while you tell yourself that after all she is not so fat. The tight blue dress hugs her body revealing huge breasts and a large but not exaggerated belly and hips. In addition, her face and her eyes continue to call your attention powerfully.

For dessert, your companion allows himself a small sin and eats a brownie. You order a coffee and limit yourself to observing the thick and suggestive lips of the young woman. Carolina has turned out to be as sweet and intelligent as she seemed, but she also has a touch of insecurity and helplessness that makes her extremely attractive in her eyes.

Although she insists on paying for her friend's prank, you don't let her and pay for dinner.

"Since you won't let me pay, at least let me buy you one last drink at my place," she says, trying not to sound too anxious.