Word Count: 100
Summary: Milos realises there's always someone destined to catch that embarrassing moment - and it's always the last person you want to see.
I’m trying, but I’ve been trying for two hours and I’m knackered! I want a break!
“Kick, kick—come on, London. No slacking.”
Because with all this sweat I really look like I’m slacking, right? My feet are sore, I’m sore, and I’m not made to bend like this. Why am I doing this?
I’m trying! And—fuck! Me and the floor get to know each other much better.
There’s a shout of laughter behind me. Sounds weird: loud and empty. Alex, and his smartphone’s pointing right at me.
That’s going on the internet, isn’t it?