Kara did not fully awaken until she pulled herself from the confines of the shower and felt the cold air hit against her skin. Trying to ignore the goosebumps on her skin and the inner chill that set in, she moved to a white polo shirt and black dress pants before finishing her appearance with a thin layer of makeup and tossing her hair into a ponytail. As she went to speak with Dean and wish him a good day, she happened across his room left ajar and was forced to focus on the grunts he had released. Curious, she peeked her head inside to see him hurled over a workout bench with a bulky dumbbell in his white knuckled fists. His muscles had been prominent as a sleeveless shirt kept from his time on the Football team in college-now recycled as a workout shirt, had graced his toned physique.
