For once in her life, Felicia was a clean human being. Fresh from the shower, she emerged from the confines of her rooms dressed to work out. Sports bra beneath a simple shirt, shoes good enough to run in, hair still damp and not yet huge, put up in a ponytail.
My goodness, Felicia looked almost
suburban mom, if it weren't for her ******** up face.
She took off at a run towards the training field, determined, this time, to make it further than-- Felicia stopped after just a few minutes, not winded so much as annoyed. Running was truly the most annoying thing in the world, but Jordan's waxing poetical (well, ok, not waxing, nor poetical, but
still) made Felicia want to give it another go.
The go was gone. She'd had quite enough.
Instead, Felicia turned brown eyes to the field, waving big at the girl training alone. "H-Hey there!" she called, quite loud. "Sp-sp-spar?"
