Loukas tried to be meticulous in everything he did, it wasn't a need to be flashy or anything, he just liked to have exactly the right tools for the job.
He needed to have the latest Blackberry Smartphone, the smooth contoured designer ergonomic office chair, the Mont Blanc Meisterstruck; they were his precision instruments, not status symbols as Claire had tried to suggest.
She had insinuated it was something to do with his size, but this couldn't be true as he was only a little short, only ten or so centimetres below the average male height.
He suspected other people thought him finicky as they didn't understand properly, for example he chewed every mouthful 30 times like he'd been told to as a child; but now he also knew it helped maintain a healthy gastro-intestinal tract and, having enlightened them, it was surprising that his colleagues still didn't take similar care.
The discussion he'd had yesterday, after Alison had excused herself again from the table before he'd finished eating, saying "Life's too short"; he'd carefully pointed out for her where she was going wrong, but she just didn't want to know.
What was wrong with other people that they didn't listen to reason; that even though he explained things to them several times, still they didn't understand?