StatMan12
Until it's the same day again.
Yoga4Lyfe
Wow. That's bleak.
StatMan12
Sorry. I told you work didn't go well.
Yoga4Lyfe
It's okay to have bad days. Just don't let them define you.
StatMan12
Easier said than done.
Yoga4Lyfe
Most good things are.
I stare at those words for a long time. Most good things are hard.
StatMan12
Goodnight, Yoga Girl.
Yoga4Lyfe
Goodnight, StatMan. Be kind to yourself tomorrow.
I close the app and set my phone down. The ice pack has gone warm against my shoulder.
I should have kept my mouth shut with Scout instead of snapping at her for trying to help. She was right. I took the bait. Again.
Tomorrow I'll do better.
Chapter Five
Scout
Iwake up to my alarm at 5:30 AM and immediately regret being born. Why did I stay up until 3 AM sexting a stranger? Oh right. Because he might be hot and I have terrible impulse control.
My eyes feel like someone rubbed them with sandpaper. I need coffee before I can form complete thoughts.
I stumble to the kitchen and start the pot brewing. While it gurgles, I check my phone. Three texts from Jessa asking if I'm alive. One email from Juliet.
My stomach flips.
Scout, just wanted to remind you about the proposal. It could be a really exciting addition to the team. Let me know if you need any resources or access to medical files. - J
Two weeks. I have two weeks to prove I'm more than a mobile coffee cart. Two weeks to convince coaches who barely register my existence that I actually have a brain.
No pressure.
The coffee finishes and I pour a cup, dumping in enough oat milk to make it barely qualify as coffee anymore. Myhands shake a little. Lack of sleep, obviously. Not terror. Definitely not terror.
