Devon snorted at the reply. "You know, if you weren't a professional athlete you'd be the size of a house, with the way you eat." She turned towards her, one of her hips resting against the display case Scarlett seemed so interested in. "If I have to be honest, I'm quite envious of your metabolism. I feel as though one piece of bread makes me fluctuate between pant sizes." She frowned, her hands now coming up in order to flatten down the fabric of the sundress she was wearing. She looked great, for someone who had given birth in February, but she had always been conscious of her appearance - always into the latest trends, and wearing the highest heels.
Letting out a sigh, she folded her arms over her chest, looking down at the pins before her attention returned to her friend.
"At the very least, assure me that the Chinese delivery man isn't the only member of the opposite sex who visits your flat." Her lips turned into a rather devious smirk, pushing away from the display case in order to bump her hip.
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