Only Temporary

She was even prettier than James had remembered and he only met her yesterday. Her hair was up in a high ponytail with minimal make up on; her arms looked toned and glowed against her pink tank top. She barely lifts her eyes to greet him but when she did, his heart jumped.

“Hey James, glad you came. A little early don’t you think?” Cyan questioned, making herself sound more collected than she actually was in her head. Inside, she was screaming. Not of fear but in excitement; she had liked him as a new edition to the Pens and he quickly became one of her favorites, behind Sidney of course. She leaned in to kiss him on the cheek and could have sworn that she felt his pulse race. She smiled up at him as she pulled away.

“Yeah, sorry I guess I was just excited to get here. I’ve never done any kind of yoga before so this should be interesting.” He said shyly.

“It’s ok, most guys haven’t. We don’t expect you to be an expert but maybe we can change your mind about yoga.” Blair says. Blair turns to Cyan, motioning her head to do something.

“What?” Cyan asks dumbfounded. She has no clue what Blair is thinking since her head was consumed at the task of memorizing James’s body.

“Aren’t you gonna show James around?” Blair asks. There’s a coy smile on her face and it agitates Cyan beyond anything in the world. I'm gonna fucking kill her, Cyan thinks to herself.

“Yeah, uh this way James,” Cyan says calmly. James turns to smile at Blair and follows behind Cyan, who is walking fast to the main room where most of the yoga glasses are held. The room is large and directly in front are four large industrial windows that look over the Roberto Clemente Bridge. Brick covers the wall behind the window and wraps around the wall on their left. There are cubbies underneath the window sill for students’ shoes and the wall to the right has cubbies for their bags. Four steel beams shoot up to the exposed ceiling like the ones in the foyer. Larger tapestries hang on the wall in the front of the room.

“It’s not much, but this is where a lot of the magic happens so to speak. It’s still in development, I want to get some paintings up or paint something my self behind the students. Maybe something Buddhist related, I don’t know.” She spins around, doing everything to avoid looking at James’s face.

“No, no it’s fine. I like it, it’s calm in here. What do you teach?” James asks enthusiastically. He finds himself intrigued by the sound of her voice.

“I teach Anusara, Bikram, Ashtanga, Restorative, prenatal and Kundalini. By the look on your face you don’t know what any of those are.” Cyan grins.

“Uuhh, yea sorry.” James Blushes. His eyes captivate Cyan yet again. Shit, he needs to stop looking at me. She walks out of the room and moves to the next room, which is slightly smaller. This room is almost identical to the last one they were in except the walls are yellow and there are potted bamboo plants around the room. Blair got busy decorating.

“This is where Blair usually teaches here. Well, Anusara yoga can be considered beginners yoga. So that would be perfect for you. Bikram is the famed hot yoga, Ashtanga is the one I think a lot of people have seen or done. It has a series of six positions one memorizes and repeats. It’s good for busy people, Type A personalities like me. Restorative is mellow and relaxing, good for repairing if you’re an athlete. Prenatal is self explanatory and Kundalini is high energy, flowing yoga.”

“Wow, I just thought there where only like, two types of yoga. Hot and cold.” Cyan giggles at his lame joke.

“Oh my, I’m happy to enlighten you! That was only a few there are plenty more. Blair teaches the rest of them. We actually switch off sometimes but we stick to what we like. We’re thinking of lightening our load by hiring another teacher. But it’s not in our budget right now. I actually dumbed down the definitions, if you want to learn more pick up a brochure from the front.”

“How long have you been teaching yoga?” James asks, dying to keep their conversation going.
“You said you didn’t go to college here?’

“Yeah, I started getting my instructors license in Michigan while I was at the University. Then I graduated and came back here and opened this place with Blair. I took a semester off to get it started. It's a nice way to keep me active and busy." She says.

"So what year are you now?" James asks as he sits on the floor. He's stalling, trying to stay in Cyan's company. He knows the minute he lets her go, he won't be able to talk since she'll be busy.

"I'm a incoming third year so I'm almost done. It's been rough but I know I'll be happy in the end." She gives a small smile but her eyes look far away, like she's remembering something. James decides not to say anything.

"Where do you want to go after school?"

"I want to do my residency at either UPMC or somewhere else, I haven't decided yet which is awful. I have to match with other programs if I want to work with certain people. It's so stressful." Cyan sits down next James; not too close even though. She can still feel the heat and the smell of him.

"I'm sure you'll be fine, with you being smart and all." James says bashfully. What is it about her that makes him talk so much? He was never one to have an actual conversation with a girl unless he was trying to sleep with her. But he liked the vibes she was giving off— She was calm but she had this energy to her that he knew he might not be able to keep up with. He also detected a hint of mystery to and he liked that too.

"Oh, wow thanks," Cyan says giggling. She looks casually at the clock on the wall and remembers she has a job to do. "Shit, uh I have to get ready for work. Would you like to stay for a session? I guess you would by the way you're dressed..." She says trailing off embarrassed.

"Yeah, of course. Let's see how hard it is." James states with an air of cockiness. Cyan's face turns competitive as she stands with authority.

"We'll see about that."

Notes

I don't like the ending that much but whateves :)