As a child it’d been dictated to her that she, almost religiously, had to train in martial arts. It was no surprise that after that Adeline had grown to hate sport. However with time, and perhaps with the worries that came with finally being a woman over thirty, she had become less averse to the idea. Whenever she found time she tried to schedule in some variety of exercise, her preferred choices being either pilates or yoga.
Today it was the latter.
She entered Modoc with a gym bag over one shoulder, a black yoga mat under her arm. A young boy—girl?—was already at reception, and she patiently stood behind him, fishing out her membership card.
Adeline found herself glancing around, bored, before her gaze fell on the boy’s mat. Ridiculous. She smiled despite herself.
”Do you like Eevee? イーブイ?” Adeline asked when she sensed a pause in conversation between himself and the receptionist.