“Do you even eat?” Ricky asks one day.
Yoann looks offended, but he isn’t sure why. “Of course. What do you mean by that?”
Ricky shrugs. “You’re thin.”
Now he knows why. Yoann squares his shoulder and sits up a little straighter. “Am not. I’ve been working out, see-”
“Relax,” Ricky interrupts, laughing. “I didn’t mean scrawny. You’re
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