Page 38 of Drop Shot
“Nothing,” Ebba squeaks.
We’re all mildly terrified of the fifty-something instructor. She’s incredibly fit and we’re convinced she’s a secret agent or something with how stealthily she can sneak up on you.
“Mhm,” she hums before moving on.
“I thought yoga was supposed to be relaxing,” Sabrina whispers under her breath. “I never feel relaxed at these classes.”
Since time is winding down, the instructor has us get into child’s pose which is my personal favorite.
When we’ve been in that pose for about a minute, she says, “All right, I want you all to lie on your backs in shavasana and we’re going to focus on breathing before we say goodbye.”
I lie down as told, my palms open to the sky, and let my eyes shut as I focus on the timing of my breaths.
“And that’s all for today,” she says a minute or so later.
I slowly blink my eyes open and sit up. Beside me, Ebba hops up and rolls up her mat. On my other side, Sabrina rolls her neck back and forth.
“I have to admit I do feel better,” Sabrina says. “Even if I thought I was going to die there for a bit.”
I laugh and give myself a moment before I stand and pick my stuff up. It’s been a few days since my flare-up and I’m still dealing with the stiffness and aches, but at least it’s somewhat better.
I’m still in disbelief that Elias spent his entire free day with me. Even crazier was when I woke up in the morning and realized he had to have carried me to bedandcleaned up before he left. It makes my cheeks warm just thinking about it. I’ve always known beneath his bravado and womanizing that he’s a good person, but I don’t think I realized how great he actually is.
It's not helping my crush, that’s for sure.
Before we leave, I use the restroom and redo my ponytail, twisting the lavender colored scrunchie around my hair. Outside the restroom, Ebba and Sabrina wait for me by the water fountain. I pull out my water bottle and fill it while they chat. I’m not paying any attention at all to their conversation so it takes me by surprise when Ebba says, “What do you say, Whimsy?”
My eyes widen. “Huh?”
She laughs softly. “We said we’d get our nails done and then grab lunch. Are you able to come with?”
“Oh.” I take a sip of my now filled water bottle. “Yeah, I can come.” I look down at the fingers on my left hand and realize I’m overdo for an appointment. Normally, I’m right on it. I don’t like to let them grow too much, but I guess this time I let things get away from me.
Ebba claps her hands. “Oh, how I love a girls’ day.”
Two hours later my nails are painted a shade of light blue and my toes match as we head into one of our favorite lunch spots downtown.
“I still can’t believe you’re dating my brother,” Ebba says as we take our seats.
I pick up the menu, more as a shield than anything else. “It just sort of happened.”
I hope she can’t detect the warble in my voice. I loathe lying to the people I care about but what choice do I have? We decided together it would be better this way.
“He’s quite charming,” Sabrina pipes in.
Ebba snorts and tries to cover the sound with a cough. “I call him annoying.”
“He’s your twin brother, I think you’re obligated to think he’s annoying,” Sabrina laughs lightly. “I might not have siblings but isn’t it a requirement to be their biggest hater or something?”
Ebba pinches her lips. “You have a point.”
The waitress approaches our table with a kind smile. “Hi, ladies. I’m Melanie. I’ll be your server today. Can I start you guys with some drinks?”
“Water for me,” Sabrina replies.
“Water,” Ebba and I echo.
“Do you need some more time to look at the menu,” she asks.
