Nina
The next day, I headed to work with Tiffany.
She was evaluating a sick student when I arrived.
“Good morning!” Tiffany called over her shoulder when I entered. I started to take off my jacket, but she stopped me. “Don’t get too comfy,” she said. “We’ll be heading out right after this. Did you wear athletic clothes like I asked?”
“I did,” I replied, keeping my jacket on. Tiffany had texted me early before my shift to tell me to dress appropriately in athletic clothes and sneakers today -- she didn’t explain why, but I complied and put on my only real athletic clothes, which was a pair of leggings and a tight zip-up top with long sleeves. I had purchased them the semester before when I thought I was going to be one of those girls who was into yoga, but one yoga class with Jessica ch
