Short Story: The Struggle for Perfection part 4

“I’m sorry,”
Her eyes snapped up.
“Too personal?” He said and he walked away from the door, still keeping a distance between them, as if he knew she was afraid and didn’t want to startle her, but at the same time moving away from the door.
Olivia smiled.
“I’ve broken into your apartment, your personal space and you…” She shook her head.
He smiled and looked at her and she felt a blush hit her cheeks.
“So, I should go.” She said slowly.
“And you are welcome to come back –”
“Really? Just like that?” She said taken aback by how easy going he was taking everything.
“Sure, though I don’t think you need to lose any more weight Olivia, but then I’ve always thought you looked perfect.” He said with a shrug.
He said it so casually, something so personal, so intimate, like he had known her for a while, like they always spoke like this.
Olivia blinked, not sure what to do with herself or the compliments, she looked up at him; his eyes were so brown, like deep mahogany. He saw too much and for once the news didn’t disturb her.
“Well erm, thank you.”
“For the compliment or for letting you use my place?” He said cocking his head to the side.
“Your quite forward, Isaiah.” She said and noted his surprise at her using his name.
“And you didn’t answer my question Olivia.” He said with an easy smile, everything he did seemed effortless, even his posture, his arms loosely folded one long leg kicked casually over the other.
Olivia found herself smiling.
“For both,” She said before leaving.

Short Story: The Struggle for Perfection part 2

Olivia got to work on her post-work workout; it wasn’t as full on as her pre-work workout this one was really for toning her body into perfection. Everything had to be perfect. Unlike her morning workout, this session was quiet so she could get away with doing it in her room without her roommates kicking up a fuss.
She had just finished her last stretch when Jamie walked in, at almost six foot Jamie was all long legs and limps, she rarely if ever worked out and was still able to maintain her amazing body due the amount of swimming she did, her diet could be better but then Jamie who had always been slim didn’t care, she had plenty of admires wherever she went and it helped that she had a French accent.
“Hey, my darling all worked out? Drinks down the pub?” She asked, her make-up already done and her coat in her hands.
Olivia shook her head almost immediately.
“Another time,” Jamie said with a casual shrug then closed the door and left.
Olivia kept her position on the floor for a few moments before grabbing her towel; she had just exited the room when she heard.
“She’s tired from work.” Jamie said quietly.
“Sure she is, more like she doesn’t want us to realise that she doesn’t eat anymore.” Nick said.
Olivia held back a gasp; she thought she had been carefully misdirecting her friends whenever the subject of food came out.
“Look she is finally happy, we can’t begrudge her that.” Jamie defended softly.
“She was at her goal a few stones ago; someone needs to talk to her, before things really get out of hand.” Rainer said.
Olivia not wanting to hear anymore crept back to her room, she waited until they left before going for her shower, her mind oddly blank for a few moments before she realised that she needed to get enough sleep for her exercise tomorrow.