Who: Nadezhda Ivanova and Oliver Wood When: early Thursday morning Where: somewhere on the island What: Great minds think alike— or have similar OCD tendencies. Rating/Status: TBD/Incomplete
"You call that running? Не ме карай да се смея1."
The comment was a familiar one for Nadya. A few months prior, when she and Oliver had still been seeing each other, they'd often taken their morning runs together. And they hadn't been shy about turning it into a competition, often using snide comments as motivators to push each other harder.
Apparently, it had become a habit. When Nadya had turned the corner of the beach, and she had spotted Oliver several meters ahead, it had unintentionally slipped out. If she was willing to dissect herself — which she wasn't — Nadya might have realized that she was looking for something familiar on the island. Something safe. Oliver Wood would always be that person for Nadya, whether he was older, younger, or somewhere between.
There was a reason Nadya had broken up with him, and it wasn't because they had irrevocable differences.
She quickened her pace, beginning to push herself, rather than settle for an easy morning jog. She had two reasons for it. One, she wanted to get past him. Old competitions died hard for her. Two, running behind him was awfully distracting.