He studies my face. “That’s very…generous of you. We were assholes.” He scrunches up his face. “Sorry.”
I have to smile now. “It’s okay, I may have thought that myself. But exhalation is the act of letting go.”
“Could I take you out for a drink…or dinner? To make it up to you?”
I blink. “That’s not necessary.”
“I know it’s not, but I’d like to.” His smile is genuine and open.
Getting hit on by customers is not usual, since my classes are made up of mostly women, although it has happened. I don’t date anyone, never mind customers, and especially not men I don’t know. “I’m sorry, but no.”
“Oh.” His face clouds. “Everly said she thinks you have a boyfriend.”
What? “No,” I say before I can stop myself.
Shit.
His eyes brighten again. “Okay, then!”
“But I can’t go out with you.”
Disappointment tugs at his lips again. He opens his mouth to say something more, and I sense he’s going to try to persuade me. My fingers and toes tingle as adrenaline surges through my body, my stomach clenching. “I have to go.”
I bolt into the ladies’ change room and shut the door behind me. Fear has my heart leaping in my chest, and for a moment I wish I could lock the door behind me. There are other women in the room, though.
I am brave.
I lift my chin and smile, making my way to the locker in the back where I keep my things. My insides knotted, my skin clammy, I fake a calm that I don’t feel as I change into a pair of cropped yoga pants and a top. Then I head to the counter and mirrors along one wall to dry my hair.
I convinced Taj to let me make some improvements to this change room, so it didn’t look like the marina bathroom it once was. I added a couple of hair dryers and a few feminine accessories. It’s not the ideal setup, but it works for the couple of classes a week I do here.
Breathe in courage…breathe out doubt.
Harrison Whoever is probably harmless, but I don’t like to be pushed. I overreacted, I know it. I’m working on it.
When I exit the change room, I find Everly still hanging around. The man with her—the one who made the joke that caused Harrison to fall into the ocean—is with her. She approaches me, and he’s a couple steps behind her. Big guy, very handsome.
“Arya,” she says. “I’m so sorry about the class.”
I smile at her. I like Everly. She’s been coming to my class for a while, along with her friend Taylor, and she’s always been into it and respectful of the practice. “No need for you to apologize.”
“He’s my brother,” she says. “Harrison.” She rolls her eyes. “I convinced him to come that first time, so I feel responsible for his antics.”
“You’re not responsible for anyone but yourself.”
“You’re so sweet. You handled that amazingly well.”
“I apologize,” the guy with her speaks up. “I’m Wyatt.” He extends a hand and I shake it. “We shouldn’t have been joking around like that.”
“I told your…Harrison that it’s fine. I’ve let it go.” I smile. “Shit happens.”
They both let out surprised laughs. “It does,” Everly agrees.
“It’s healthy to find the humor in things,” I add, smiling. “I need to get to my next class.”
“Do you have a business card?” Everly asks.
I blink. “Yes.” I move over to the counter and pluck one from the holder. “Here you go.”
No idea why she wants it, but whatever.
“Thanks. See you next week.”
Is she going to bring her brother again? Crap.
It doesn’t matter. I am capable of anything.
* * *
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Taj and I are sitting on the patio at The Golden Fish on the Venice Boardwalk later that day. The tables are wooden, the sun is low over the ocean, and we’re with some of Taj’s friends—Arlo, Indigo, and Janey—who are now my friends too. Taj’s boyfriend, Ziggy, owns this place, so we hang out here a lot. It’s got that casual beach vibe, cool and laid back, with the scent of ocean and sun-warmed sand mingling with coconut sunscreen and marijuana. Lots of marijuana.
I sip my beer, one of the many interesting choices Ziggy has on tap here. Taj is drinking kombucha with Longboard lager. I’ve finished off my tuna poke bowl, which was delicious.
I look around as Taj and Arlo talk about the beach cleanup they’re organizing for next weekend.
I can’t believe I’m living here.
This is so far from home. Back in Fargo, North Dakota, the snow might be melting…or they might be having a late season blizzard. I’m letting the sun warm my face, sitting near the Pacific Ocean, listening to Hozier, drinking a delicious beer. I let out a long, slow breath of peace.
It might sound weird, but sometimes I get homesick, no matter how wonderful it is here. We all complained about the snow and cold, but weirdly, there are moments I miss it. And I miss my family. But life is good here. Uncomplicated. Relaxed. Chill.
Maybe a wee bit boring, but that’s my own fault. I’m learning to take bigger steps, bigger risks. Not like skydiving or anything, just…small risks.
“Tell these guys about your class today,” Taj says to me with a grin.
I shake my head, smiling ruefully. “I got dumped in the water.”
Arlo, Indigo, and Janey laugh, Janey’s eyes going wide. “No!”
“Some guys were joking around, and one of them laughed so hard he fell in.” I pause. “Actually, I was having a hard time not laughing myself.”
“What did they say?”
I repeat Harrison and Wyatt’s comments and everyone cracks up.
“So he’s flailing around in the water, knocks into my board, and I go in too.” I roll my eyes, still smiling. “Oh my God, I was in shock! I couldn’t believe that just happened.”
“Why are they coming to your class if they’re just going to fuck around?” Indigo frowns and flicks her black hair off her face.
“Yeah, I don’t know. This guy’s been before. His sister is one of my regulars, I guess she convinced him to come, but clearly he’s not really into yoga.” I pause. “He wanted to take me out to dinner to make up for it.”
“Ah!” They all react with the same knowing nod.
I frown. “What?”
“He’s just trying to get your attention,” Janey says. “That’s why he’s acting out.”
“That’s probably why he came to your class,” Indigo adds.
“We’re not in grade school,” I mutter. “He doesn’t need to pull my hair or snap my bra strap to get my attention.”
They all laugh.
“You obviously turned him down.” Taj nudges me with his elbow.
“Of course I turned him down.” Taj knows better than anyone why that is.
“Seriously, though…” He regards me with a notch between his eyebrows, and touches my shoulder. “You were okay after falling in?”
“Oh yeah. Fine. Good thing I can swim!” I appreciate his concern. He’s a good friend.
“That would be important if you’re doing classes on the water,” Arlo says with a grin.
“Let me know if you need me to hang around or get rid of him if he shows up again,” Taj adds.
I want to deal with life on my own. But it’s definitely comforting to know there’s someone close by who’s got my back if I need it.
We have one more beer. The Edison lights strung around the patio glow as the sun lowers below the horizon and the music gets a little louder. It’s Saturday night in Venice and crowds of people are still walking along the boardwalk, taking in the little shops and bars. Arlo and Indigo head out first. I watch them walk, heads close together, Arlo’s arm around her shoulders. They’re such a
sweet couple. Then Janey leaves too. I hug her goodbye.
“Bike ride tomorrow?” she says.
Sundays I have no classes. “Sounds good.”
“I’ll text you.”
Ziggy saunters over and takes a seat at our table, across from Taj and me. “Hey,” he says, with a special smile for Taj.
Another sweet couple. I’m happy for my friend that he’s found someone so great here in California. He went through some shitty relationships in college. It gives me a flicker of hope that there’s someone for everyone, but after what I went through, I don’t know how I’ll ever have the guts to take a chance again.
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