location: one of the gyms Leah gives classes at -- one is in Southwark, one is in Battersea and one is in Shoreditch. time: Friday evening.
It had been about eight months since Sasha had moved from the states to London to start a new life, new name and everything -- not that it had been by choice; witness protection had made it necessary. The truth was, she was still struggling with it, the loneliness getting to her more often than not. Having left her dream career behind, she had ended up pursuing her past passion for martial arts and fitness, now working as a gym instructor and personal trainer full-time. While it kept her sane and afloat, it certainly wasn't what she had wanted to do with her life. But, truly, she couldn't change it anymore at this point. It was Friday evening, her martial arts based group exercise class had just ended and she made her way over to the studio door, her red hair pulled back into a now rather messy ponytail. "Well done, team, give yourself a big round of applause! My name is Leah, I'll be at the door for questions and feedback, but mostly for high fives -- you know, if you’re interested in a sweaty one,” she grinned. “I hope you all have a lovely weekend if I don't see you for my Sunday class." And with that, she opened the door and waited for people to pass her, holding out her hand for high fives and giving each one of her participants a radiant smile.












