friday; yoga at dgmt. some time for relaxation with @prodbyzinnia
with the crisp air and the beaming sun, akari splays out her yoga mat onto the surface of the earth next to jiahn. with a small 'umph', the rosette settles onto the ground and crosses her legs, ready to engage in whatever the yoga instructor had to share. to be honest, akari isn't a huge yoga fanatic but, she welcomes new things for the trip and hopefully new faces and friends. it's much better than feeling burnt out back at campus during studious times. she's seen jiahn around a few times, but perhaps this would give the women a chance to break the ice more effectively.
"jiahn, right?" she inquires, eyebrows lifting gently towards the other student. she's in appropriate gear, or so she believes: a black tank top and some exercise shorts to sport and match, sneakers built for outdoors but soft enough for the mat beneath. as she settles further, akari drops a small tote bag between the pair of them, two water bottles inside for just the occasion she met with another person. "have you ever done yoga before?" her next question rolls out curiously, auburn orbs displaying such in jiahn's direction.
"because, i've got to be brutally honest," there's a pause and then a soft sigh escapes her chest. "i'm not the greatest at it, despite the flexibility from dancing, one would think." honest, she hopes it's enough to make conversation, even though akari's aware that yoga was meant to be done in quiet and her eyes flick over to the instructor to make sure they haven't caught on to her small talk with the other woman.
luckily for the pair, they seem to be in the clear. though, she was feeling rather chatty today, excitement curling against her lips as she warmly grins at jiahn.