The spring resistance and my own body weight always provide me with a challenge. I used to only lift weights before and got burned out with that. This forces me to use my muscles in ways I never have before.
With every class, my body becomes stronger and more aligned. The focused concentration helps clear my mind. The class leaves me feeling both energized and centered. It almost feels like meditation, in a way.
As I step outside after class, the crisp air cools the warmth of my body. I slide into my car and grab my Bath and Body Works French Lavender hand sanitizer and rub it into my hands.
One bad habit of mine is going to buy coffee when I have coffee at home. I even have a Breville espresso machine, so I could make my own espresso at home. But for some reason, every time I’m out, I need to stop and get a coffee. Zayn gets so annoyed with me because he was the one that bought me the espresso machine so I would stop buying coffee.
I pull up onto the left side of Dutch Bro’s drive-through since it has the least number of cars. I turn my Spotify song to Innerbloom by RUFUS DU SOL. They are my and Zayn’s favorite. We listen to them all the time. Their music is so unique, like a blend of house and electronic music, and for me, I feel a sense of meditation vibes with it. They always relax me and put me in a good mood, especially this Innerbloom song.
The employee walks toward my car. I roll down my window with a grin. “Hi.”
“Hi, what can I get for you?”
“Can I get a small, iced breve? No flavoring,” I say. My order is boring, but I hate when the sugar overpowers the taste of the espresso.
I slide my card through the machine and stop mid-slide. “Oh, wait.” I say with a sheepish smile. “I needed one more thing.”
He looks over my payment. “It doesn’t look like your payment went through. What can I add?”
“Can you add a caramelized freeze?”
He types it onto his pad; I swipe my card once more and pull forward.
It’s hard to come here on days I’m not in the mood to chat because even though all the workers are very nice, they’re also very chatty.
I get to the window and turn my music down a little.
“Hey how are you doing?” the employee asks.
“I’m good. How are you?”
“I’m fabulous. Do you want straws?”
I nod. “Yes. Please.”
She hands me two straws. “Those nails are gorgeous. Right in time for summer,” she says.
I glance at my short acrylic pink nails because now, since I bake a lot, I don’t wear long nails anymore. “Thanks.”
“Here are your drinks.” She hands me one; I place it in one of my cup holders and then she hands me the other. “Have a good day.”
“Thank you. You, too.”
I drive off as I take a sip of my drink, moaning as the espresso hits my taste buds. Today is a slow day for me. When I have those, I try to go to lunch with Zayn, but since I’m already out, I decide to stop by, say hi, and drop him off a coffee.
As I pull up into The Garage, the smell of oil invades my nostrils since I have my window down. The hum of tools echoes through the garage. I put my car in park and look around, notseeing Zay’s black truck. I roll my eyes because it’s probably somewhere in the back being worked on. That man works on his truck constantly, and it seems to never be done.
Men.
I glance around all the bays, looking for Zay. “Hey Violet,” one of his coworkers, Kyle, says with a wave.
“Hi,” I say with a wave with my free hand. I step closer to him as he makes his way toward me. “Where is Zayn?”
He runs his hands through his hair. “He said he had a few errands to run.”
I squint my eyes in confusion. “Hmm,” I say, pulling my phone from my pocket. “I’ll call him. I wanted to give him this.” I raise the coffee.
He nods and returns to the car he was working on.
