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They are just taking up space in my closet.
She grabs a lime green one to match her mat. “They say they are sports towels, not bathroom towels.”
“Is there a difference between the two?”
“They are made with different materials.”
I give in so we can move onto outfits.
“Fine, just give me one.”
She tosses me a blue one to match my mat, like she did for hers.
We search the four racks and pick out several tank tops, sports bras, pants, and capris before heading to the fitting rooms.
Taking a large family size fitting room, the two of us try on our picks and critique each one.
“Bend over.” Mara instructs.
I give her a confused look. “Huh? Why?”
“Because I need to see if those are see through because they look pretty thin.” She gazes at me, waiting for me to comply.
“I don’t care if they are see through. These are really comfortable, and I am going to buy them.”
I mean, if someone is going to stare at my ass while we are in class, then they will do it no matter what I am wearing.
And if that person is Damien, then all the better.
After changing back into our own clothes, we gather up all our items and head to the register to check out. My phone dings with a text message and the two of us stop in our tracks.
Mara turns around and whispers, “Is it him?”
Taking my phone out of my back pocket, I see it is a message from Damien.
A goofy grin forms on my face and I whisper back, “Yeah.”
“What did it say?” She leans over to look at my phone as I unlock the screen.
I read the message word for word. “It was good to see you.”
Not believing me, she grabs my phone out of my hand. “That’s it?”
Taking my phone back from her, I reply, “Yep.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? Who in their right mind would send that as a message?”
Her voice is loud and full of confusion.
I shrug as I am still trying to wrap my head around his text.
“I don’t know.”
Was he genuine and really meant that it was good to see me or was he just trying to smooth the ice since I will be in his class twice a week for the next eight weeks?
She excitedly comes up with a plan. “Text him back! Ask him if the two of you can meet up to talk. That way, you know if he wants this to happen or not.”
I do what she suggests. After all, there is a lot Damien and I need to talk about. I send Damien the message, but don’t receive a reply from him.
