Chapter 28 Sunday Yoga
Sunday Yoga
Connor
Looking around, I see some kids throwing a frisbee and others studying or chatting in groups. The Quad is a melting pot of people and activities. It’s a good place to sit and think. You have space but don’t feel overly alone, which is probably best for my mental state at the moment.
What was Maize going to say to me? It must have been important if she came into the shop, right? That she even remembered my schedule was impressive.
I should probably go check on her, right? She ran out so abruptly. But if I go down that road, I know I’ll get scooped back up into the Maisie vortex. She’s irresistible. Especially in person. She looked so cute today in her jean cut-offs and graphic T-shirt.
I shake my head. I need to snap out of it—but I’m already getting up from my chair, my body overriding my brain. Go to Maisie, it’s saying.
I’m about to give in when Tyler appears out of nowhere.
“You just finish your shift at the coffee shop?” he asks.
“Yep. Can you tell ’cause I smell like coffee?” I sniff my shirt, not smelling anything.
“Uhhh, no.” He starts stretching one arm at a time. “I just saw it on our shared calendar.”
“You going to work out?” I ask, registering his gym outfit.
“Yeah, my flexibility could use some work. I was actually heading to a yoga class.”
“Doesn’t Lola teach yoga on Sundays?” I ask.
His eyes dart to the side, and he squints, appearing to be looking at something in the distance, the sun flooding his face. “Uh, yeah, I think so,” he says casually, then drops into a forward fold. He’s a few inches from his toes, but he’s trying.
“Mind if I join?” I say with a smile.
“It’s a campus class, and you have free will, so have at it.” He shifts to the side, crouched down on one knee with the other outstretched.
“All right, maybe I will then, if you don’t mind.”
“Why would I mind?”
“Because you don’t always like to do things with other people?” I say slowly. Like maybe this is news to him somehow.
“It’s a community class,” he repeats.
“No, yeah, I know, it’s just…you know what? Never mind. Yoga sounds great. Thanks for telling me about it.”
“No problem,” he says with a shrug, moving back into his forward fold. He’s a little closer to his toes now.
“All right, well, I guess I’ll stop at home to change and see you over there,” I say, eyeing him with lingering uncertainty.
“You will,” he says and then takes off in a jog. I love the dude, but he is not a man of many words, that’s for sure.
Maisie floods back into my mind, but I push her as far from my thoughts as I can. Yoga will be the perfect distraction. Hopefully clear my mind. Maybe I’ll sign up for all of the Sunday classes. All that stretching and meditating is bound to help eventually, right?
I march toward my apartment, not stopping until I get there, and decide to believe that’s true.