Okay, Nazriya thought to herself, what the hell were the odds that she'd encounter the same woman on three different runs, at three different times of day, on three different routes?

Because that was what seemed to be happening here, at least if the woman running next to her was anything to go by. Was this coincidence? Stalking? Divine intervention? Alright, the last two were rather unlikely, but still.

"So," she started, grin growing on her face, "you go running much or just when I'm out and about?" Hopefully the other woman recognized her too or else explaining her greeting was going to be <******** awkward.

Kitty Sprightt