"Push it, Emma! You can do it, love! Almost there!"
"Ugh-I can't, shut up Killian! You can't understand me!"
"It's okay, Emma, listen to my voice. I'm right here."
"Uh, Neal, you're not helpi-Ugh!"
"Emma, you just need to feel the burn!"
I knew this was a bad idea, Emma thought as she watched Killian flawlessly executing the "Downward Dog" shown by Neal. "Why is it called a Downward Dog anyway?" she grunted.
Killian shot a sideways stare at her, eyes twinkling with a smirk on his face. "Don't kill the chauffeur, love. You've lived here longer than I, and to top it off, you were the one who wanted to visit Neal's exercise studio. I'd ask him if I were you. Common sense, love, use it."
He scoffed jokingly, and Emma pushed his hook ever so slightly, managing to suppress a slight snicker at him toppled over, an expression of mock hurt on his face.
"Okay guys, let's have a thirty-second break before our next pose!" Neal walked over to Emma, chuckling under his breath.
"So I see you're the only one with an inability to be flexible." He winked at her, ignoring Killian's blunt glare.
Stupid men, Emma thought as she sighed.
"I can be flexible," Emma said cheekily, winking at both Killian and Neal before executing a perfect backflip.
The image of two dropped jaws would stay with her as she rode home in a taxi. xx