michael lawson:
Her words brought a certain familiarity to the situation he was currently in. It seemed like that was destined to be his curse, being invisible. “Story of my life,” Michael commented with a forced chuckle. “I can go if you’re looking to be alone, Miss. This place is perfect for that,” he motioned to the yoga mat she was currently on, “But perhaps not with an audience.”
Sofia eyed the man before she finally relaxed in his presence, standing back up and strentching her long legs. He seemed sad, and she had a thing for always trying to cheer people that were sad, something she had adopted after her husband had passed away. “It’s fine, I don’t mind the company or the audience, I’m used to it with my line of work.” She said with a small chuckle. “Besides I was already done, I’ve been here for hours.”














