“Are...you sure this will help?”
Ana was already here in the studio, fully dressed to dance but still uncertainty lingered on her voice. Confidence still evaded her; she was so deeply worried she was going to whack this woman upside the head on accident. She’d already knocked into her once--it was the other woman’s idea to suggest she try some dancing to help the coordination. It felt loath to deny such generosity, her confidence notwithstanding.
Still, she stretched, and surprisingly it didn’t feel hard, her joints not nearly so stiff. Bending down to touch the floor almost felt natural. “I won’t accidentally trip you or something?”
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