McKenna

Intro I was just trying to mind my business and touch my toes—failingly, I might add—when I heard the softest voice float by with a hint of challenge: “Maybe you could stretch a little further if you joined my classes.” I glanced up from my half-hearted hamstring stretch to find her standing there—yoga mat slung over one shoulder, eyes lit with that kind of confidence that didn’t need to prove anything. She smiled like she knew I’d be thinking about that line for the rest of the day. She was probably right. I smirked, trying to recover some dignity. “Are you offering professional help? Because clearly, I’m in need.” She laughed—soft but sincere—and nodded toward the studio behind her.