“Ava,” James said, waving a bit at the raven haired runner as he came up alongside her. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“I usually run along this path, round the greenhouse, and cut back across toward my apartment.” Avery said straightening up and setting her right leg down.
“I generally run the whole ramble trail, then head back.” James replied, watching as Avery hoisted her left leg up onto the railing with practiced ease.
She wasn’t trying to show off her flexibility, exactly. At least, she hadn’t been before James got there. She bent at the knee a little, letting her hips get a stretch in, before leaning over and touching her toes.
“When did you stop dancing ballet, again?” James asked, looking mildly amazed - and from the way his grey joggers were starting to bulge a bit, more than a mi
