Yoga Daydreams Chapter 1

The first time I noticed Martina, she was kneeling on a yoga mat waiting for class to begin. It was a small group, mostly middle-aged ladies, and she stood out straight away as the only other young person in the room. As I rolled out my mat, I noticed her tying back her long brown hair.The second time I noticed her, she was kneeling on all fours with her head arched upward, her back curved. She had on expensive-looking yoga pants, in dark almanbahis grey, and they clung to her legs like a second skin. She was perfect, and the way she held that pose told me she knew it. The third time was at the end of the class when the instructor asked us all to give each other a goodbye wave. She turned around to me, smiling, and our eyes met. She seemed friendly, open, curious. I smiled back.After the class, I ran for my car almanbahis yeni giriş amid a sudden downpour. As I pulled up at the traffic lights outside the club, I saw her crossing the street. No umbrella. Getting soaked. When the lights changed, I overtook her and pulling up a few yards ahead, opening the passenger side window. “You must be getting soaked,” I called out. She peered in, recognised me, and laughed. “This happens almanbahis giriş all the time,” she said. “I’m such an idiot.” She had a quiet voice, rather low. “Where do you live? Let me give you a lift home.” She hesitated, looking at me again with that wide smile, then apparently decided that I wasn’t any kind of threat. “I’m just off Manor Road,” she said. “Is that alright?”I nodded my head, and she climbed in the passenger seat. “Martina.””Nick. Nice to meet you, Martina.””God, I’m so wet already,” she said. She pulled a towel out of her gym bag and started to wipe off her arms and face. “I’m sorry for messing up your car.” “Mess it up all you like,” I smiled.