@roscdubois
she’s scribbling notes, too quick for them to be clean. iris longs of little, naturally, which makes for an awful lack of drive, motivation. but in a gym reeking determination &. talent, perhaps she’s a little more inspired... &. it certainly beats fetching soy hazelnut lattes for women who can’t pronounce thank-you. ‘ so, you mentioned having to wake at four. how would you describe your morning routine ? ‘ the intern gently prods the athlete, pen at the ready---- nowhere near prepared for the bark that sounds to her back. ‘ oi ! what are you doing in my fucking zone ? that’s where i warm up. ‘ an eyebrow spikes up from iris and --- for a fragile moment --- is the urge to laugh at the nerve. luckily, her face is neutral when she turns to the scrunched up face. ‘ oh, sorry mate---- ‘ australian twang digs deep, apparently, and iris blinks in surprise at how quickly he’s taken to tower over her. ‘ i’m NOT your mate. ‘ intimidated ? no. she doesn’t shrink, nor does she fire back. iris intends to let him have his moment to feel big so she might get on with her job.