It’s Emily’s personal trainer Damien

As Emily opens the door her mouth opens wide with a mixture of surprise and dread

“Oh my god Damien! I’m so sorry is it today?”

Emily had completely forgotten she had agreed to start her training camp today with her trainer Damien. Damien chuckled at her in his deep voice before letting himself in and making his way to the kitchen and taking a seat on their kitchen island without saying anything.

Damien was around 6ft tall…short fuzzy hair, muscular but quite lean as well due to his routines and mostly down to his cardio prowess. His black skin always made him look bigger but Emily never felt intimidated around him which made it very easy to have him as a trainer.

Damien grinned as Emily followed him into the kitchen in just a towel and wet hair. At last Damien spoke “come on get dressed, this marathon isn’t going to train for itself” he then gave her a cheeky wink before giving her a reassuring smile.

Still in a sort of panic Emily laughed and started apologising profusely “sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry…I’ll get dressed” as she ran up the stairs in her towel she shouted down “2 minutes”

Damien looked at his watch and thought to himself “she might be my only client today but god she always makes me work for it”