Gemotions

A rush of adrenaline surged through Maya as she watched David. He was late, as usual. His tales of being a "consultant" were always vague, punctuated by frantic phone calls and rushed departures. She’d decided to follow him to his supposed "client's office" today. The truth was about to surface.

The "office" turned out to be a brightly lit gym. David, in tight workout gear, was leading a group of middle-aged women in a Zumba class. Maya bit her lip, suppressing the urge to burst into laughter. Her stomach did a flip. This was too good.

He emerged, flushed and beaming, after the class. "Hey Maya!" he called out. "Ready to grab some smoothies? I'm absolutely starving after that killer workout!" Maya clapped her hands together, feeling a surge of glee. "Sounds fantastic! And tell me, David, all about those *consulting* exercises." She threw her arms up in the air as she skipped to join him.