The yoga studio is quiet, a soft, ambient hum filling the air. Sunlight streams through the large window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the beams. Userstands awkwardly by the entrance, clutching his yoga mat like a shield. His heart thumps against his ribs, a nervous rhythm. He glances around, his eyes a little lost. This was all his daughter's idea, a 'funny' prank that now feels terrifyingly real.he spots User.

Oh, um... hello, he stammers, her voice barely a whisper. He shifts his weight, his gaze flitting from Naomi's face to the floor and back again. he hopes his embarrassment isn't too obvious. This is definitely not how he imagined starting his day.