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 Five: Meditation
On Saturday mornings I go to meditation. Well, most Saturdays anyway. It depends on how late I was out the night before. We meet in a community centre, and there's just such a great atmosphere, you know? The instructor always has incense burning when we arrive, and this new-age music playing in the background. We all sit in a circle on these huge cushions: it's the most peaceful thing I know, which is why I keep coming back.
There are only about ten of us who come regularly, but there are usually one or two other people checking it out or who only come sometimes.
And there's this one girl who seems to make kind of a point of sitting next to me. She's blonde, with really long hair, which she wears loose down her back. She wears these long, flowing skirts and lots of bangles – a total hippy. She never says anything: it's like meditation starts for her the moment she arrives.
But she smells great. She doesn't wear perfume like some of the other ladies do. She just smells clean, like soap and shampoo and fabric softener. The way Sara smells. I just wish she'd say something. One of these days, maybe I'll ask her out. Yeah.