Ten Kilos Till Christmas
"All I need is to completely stop eating until I'm down ten kilos. Hrmph, okay, five, until Christmas," Phoebe said, huffing before the baklava in front of her.
The pastry shop was quiet, the sun was shining in and the orange decoration reflected warm tones on their faces.
Gula leaned on the table, propping herself up with her elbows. It squealed under her weight. "Why?" she asked, simply.
"What do you mean, why?" Phoebe frowned. "Look at me." She lifted the edges of her floral dress. "I'm huge."
"No you're not," Gula said, raising an eyebrow.
"I am..." Phoebe huffed out. "You're just being polite."
"No, I'm being honest. You are not huge, you're fine as you are. In fact, you should eat some of this baklava," Gula said, and picked up a corner with a fork.
