4
After dieting for too long without meat, I ate with a vengeance.
I demolished three plates of pork belly, five plates of beef, two bowls of fried rice, and two servings of lettuce.
Plus two whole heads of garlic.
I also drank quite a bit. Though not to the point of blacking out, my phone had already been confiscated.
While waiting for my manager to pick me up, I kept staring at Jake Rivers.
He shifted uncomfortably toward the wall:
“What?”
“Stop pointing that ugly face at me. It needs a complete redesign.”
I giggled stupidly:
“The other day I saw someone on social media saying your proportions are off, like 50-50… I disagree with that.”
“But some people say you’re lying about your height, that you’re not really 6’1″. So how tall are you actually? Do you wear shoe lifts?”
Questioning a man’s height is like slapping him in the face.
Even drunk, I was fulfilling my mission.
“I absolutely have to show you my physical exam report!”
“Come here!”
Jake Rivers angrily scrolled through his phone gallery.
I obediently answered, “Okay.”
I moved next to him and caught a glimpse of a mirror selfie being swiped away.
The shirtless kind.
Even though it was only for a second, I saw it clearly.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, tight abs, perfect lines.
Looked good. I liked it.
I giggled stupidly again.
And while giggling, my eyes closed, and I passed out.
