Short story: Write about the first time you saw your crush

I am at my desk, reading a review of this new book I already have plans on buying. My manager walks by with a man and a woman, I click down the tab and begin to click my mouse. Next to me my colleague, Benji, does the same except he has the football results up. I glance at him and we both smirk, then put on our professional faces. My manager walks by and my mouse hovers down to my tab again, I’m wondering if I can click and collect it. The trio walk back to my desk.

“O yeah Amy can do that for you, she is our tech girl,” my manager says smiling at the two people she is talking to. “This is Dorian and Lysa.”

I want to roll my eyes, but such actions could get me fired and I have plans to spend money, so I smile genially. The guy, Dorian, is handsome, looks like Tom Hardy my analytical mind points out, the woman, Lysa, standing beside him looks like Yara Shahidi.

I look back down, my finger inching to go back to my page, as I spy Benji who has shrank the footie results to a micro-size, so he can keep reading them.

I get an email from Benji. [You may be the tech genius but I’m the real clever one muwaha]

I burst out laughing then try and style it out as a cough, my manager who has been going on about my skills looks at me in concern as does her companions.

I email Benji a picture of a middle finger. Dorian who has just shifted, glances at my screen sees this and smiles, I am utterly mortified and look at my manager before meeting his gaze, he shakes his head smiling.

Something passes across his features as he stares at me and I am sure I haven’t drawn breath for a solid minute because my mind starts to haze over as I absolutely stare at him. My mind must have short-circuited because I can’t look away and I feel a strange energy build between us.

His companion, Lysa makes a comment and he looks away and so do I. That my face hasn’t caught on fire at how warm it is must be some kind of miracle. I look back at my monitor, my emotions in revolt, I take in a shallow breath, my heart jack hammering in my chest.

I can feel his eyes on me again and I want to look up, but strangely I am afraid, angry at how one look has done so much to me, but clearly some illogical part of my mind disobeys and I lock eyes with him again; electricity erupts between us once more as though by looking away we broke the circuit and our eyes need only meet again before the circuit was complete again.

A part of my brain notes that Lysa looks at him then at me but again I can’t look away for several long moments before sanity returns to me again and I look away.

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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.