Catherine felt herself shocked at warricks gesture, caught up in the moment she closed her eyes and waited the kiss out untill they both needed to surface for air before freaking out.
A few seconds slowly passed before Catherine could gather her thoughts and moved away from warrick. "What just happened?" she confusedly asked herself unaware that she had said her thought out loud.
She looked at the man as shock came over his face at what he had just done.
Before she could stop him he got up and left the locker room.
She ran after him but either she was to slow or he was just to fast for her and before she knew it he was out of the parking lot.
She sighed as she watched his truck out of her horizon and went back inside to gather her belongings to leave herself.
She didn't actually know were she was driving to after that shift. Home was her first instinct but that's not were she ended up.
Soon enough she found herself pulling into the parking lot of a local gym. She didn't no what had happened but suddenly she didn't feel comfortable in her own skin. Maybe it was just the effect men had on her but at the end of every relationship she picked at her faults. "Im getting to old. A little outa shape there hun. Wow! Are those split ends I see? Does my but look big in this" Apparently all these questions went through every girls head but nothing she could do could make them go away. Except dancing and Him!
Lindsey helped aswell most of the time but she is a teenager now, she has her own problems to deal with. Her own hormones that Catherine had to deal with.
Catherine slipped into the changing room and emerged a couple of minutes later in sweats.
She plugged her ipod the guys at the lab had bought her for Christmas into a set of speakers and let herself move to the soft beat.
Like riding a bike, you never quite forget how. She thought to herself as her body supported her as she span and leaped all around the room.
To make it as a professional dancer she had to learn many a routine in her time. These involved the simplest to the most extravagant dance moves. From Ballet to Latin.
As the women let go of all her feelings and emotions, her world even, she hadn't realised there was somebody watching her.
The person observed her from her scruffy ponytail to her lvpd sweatpants.
They stood there and watched her until they thought that it would be dangerous to do so anymore.
They didn't want to be spotted not yet anyway.
They lowered there cap over there eyes to make it sure not to be reconised and headed out to there car.