Martin leans back, amused."Relax.She'll make us look human.Some of us need more post-production than others."
Niko elbows me."Off-limits or shoot your shot?"
Martin: "Off-limits if you're you.She'd eat you alive and post the bones to Stories."
If you only knew, I almost say.But I don't.
I just watch her disappear down the hall, too aware of those legs, too aware of everything I shouldn't be remembering.
That night's still in my blood.I remember her hands in my hair.Certain.Unhurried.Like she already knew exactly what she wanted.
Her head tilted, offering that spot below her ear; the one that made her shudder when I found it.I could map her skin from memory.Still could.
If I could just unbutton that tight shirt she's wearing now, I'll make her whimper, make her forget why she was angry in the first place.
Funny how much I remember.
I have not thought of her until today.
And now I'm standing here, completely unprepared to see her again.
How the hell am I supposed to focus this season with her standing around looking like that?
But, maybe that's the point.
Maybe a little distraction is exactly what I need.
I shake my head, towel still in my hand, and let a slow grin pull at the corner of my mouth.
Challenge accepted.
If she's here to test me, she picked the wrong guy to play it safe with.
***
Katharina
The media room we were supposed to be in looks like a murky cell and smells like old paper.So, we chose the lobby.It is spacious, the coaches are cushy, and the colours are warm.And you can see the glacier through the large windows.Sure, there are people in here, no place to focus on a perfect working atmosphere.Still…
Why would anybody lock themselves in a cell without windows, when you can work with views like this?
This is my inspiration, the peaks, the icy slopes, even the clouds promising a blizzard.
This is where I work and where I focus, distractions or not.
I'm perched on the edge of a low couch, surrounded by mockups, color swatches, moodboards that won't mood, and my ever-loyal notebook.I've circled three taglines and crossed out eleven.None of them feels right.No, none of them feel.
Dominik sits across from me, scrolling through last year's slogan list like it's a grocery run.
"Speed Lives Here," he reads aloud.
"Beyond Limits."
Power.Precision.Pride."
He doesn't even glance up."They all tested well."
I resist the urge to roll my eyes.Just.
