I opened the door to our apartment. “You will not believe what happened at yoga,” I said, kicking off my sandals and walking into the living room.
“What, The Moaner make another appearance?” Roo asked.
Roo took a bite of toast and set it down on the coffee table. “What happened?”
“Well, as you know, sometimes I come off as a creeper.”
I folded my arms and threw myself onto the couch next to Roo. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Roo picked up his toast again and took another bite. A raisin fell onto his lap. “Ok.”
I eyed the raisin for a moment. “Well, you know how I love it when a yoga instructor takes a class I’m in?”
“Something about it being inspirational?”
I smiled. “You’re so good. Sometimes I really can’t believe you listen everything I say.”
Roo laughed. “So a yoga teacher took the same class as you -“
“Right. She set her mat down next to mine -” I paused.
“And I may have been watching her through some of the poses.”
“And she caught you watching?”
“That’s not even the bad part.”
“When the class was told to fold in straddle, facing the right side of the room, that was the side the instructor was on. And our mats were really close.”
“And when I went to fold, I accidentally brushed the instructor’s butt with the bun on top of my head,” I said, pointing to my hair.
Roo burst out laughing.
“It’s not funny.”
“It’s a little funny.”
“It is not! I had to apologize profusely in a whisper, because it was during class. Do you know how creepy an apology sounds in a whisper?”
“Well I’ve never been assaulted by a bun in yoga class, so I wouldn’t know.”
“I don’t know if I can ever show my face there again.”
“Here,” Roo said, handing me his slice toast. “Have some of this. I’ll make you a cup of tea.”
I picked the raisin off his lap and placed it on the plate. “It’s not enough.”
“What’s not enough?”
“There’s like two bites left. And they’re the worst ones. No cranberries or raisins in either one.”
Roo smiled. “Alright, I’ll cut you another slice. Thankfully you made two loaves last night.”
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