I’m yawning and waiting for ‘A’ right now. We’re going for a coffee tasting session at one of those American coffee places that has just opened a branch in the city.
Oh, perhaps I should rewind a little and take you to the steamy morning that I had.
I woke up late, ran to the gym… fine , more like drove to the gym. I did 55 squats. That alone should give me a thousand pack. Sadly it didn’t.
I was made to jog on that treadmill and I looked like a pig, minus the cuteness, jogging.
Hold on, the steamy part is yet to arrive. After an hour of working out, my trainer decided to spare me. The steam bath was ready.
I was pretty cool about it. There is a room with some steam, and a lot of light where people can sit and also chat. Right? WRONG.
This steam room, was dark and had a lot of… well had a lot of steam. I was so worried that I forgot to breathe, I panicked and ran out of the room. Yes, I ran out of the room. I refused to get inside the room without an assistant. Thankfully, someone decided to sit with me for five minutes.
I kept imagining what if I turned and there was a ghost there? Yes, now I wonder what a ghost would be doing there, but at that minute, all logic left me. What if there was one? What would I do? Panic and die in the steam? Sigh.
After twenty years, or what it seemed like, I got out of the room, panting and puffing. A quick shower and I was running out of the place. It was 11 am, I needed to get to work at 12 pm.
But then, American coffee shop happened and then… here I am, yawning shamelessly… waiting for ‘A’.
Oh, she messaged.
I’ve got to go.