Like Sara
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, but I do own all the original characters in this fic, a Lonely Planet guide to Mexico, and half a corn tamale.
Rating: K
Chapter Two: Yoga Class
On Tuesday mornings I go to yoga class. Now, I know what you're thinking: yoga class, isn't that for chicks in leotards? Well, yes, and therein lies one of the attractions, but the truth is that, even though I'm now a fully-fledged CSI, I still spend hours at work in front of a computer or hunched over evidence, and yoga is great for working the aches out of your muscles. So I normally do a few exercises when I get home anyway.
And there's this one girl I see at class. Not every week, but most weeks. She's about my age, or maybe a year or two older. I think she's Hispanic – she has that gorgeous coppery skin – and she reminds me a bit of Sara. She gets so absorbed in the asanas, like nothing else exists, just her and yoga, the way Sara gets at work sometimes. One of these days, maybe I'll ask her out. Yeah.