“Megan?” I called as she reached the door.
“It’s Melanie,” she corrected me.
“Yeah, okay. You did good today.”
She brightened up considerably. “Really?” I nodded, and she was actually smiling when she left.
“That was very touching,” Dale clutched at his heart as he came into the room. “Are you two going to be BFFs now? Get those little necklaces, and come up with your own secret codes?” Dale wasn’t the only male instructor at the studio, but he was the only one who I was pretty certain was not gay. He made up for it by being nearly as annoying as he was cute. He was a couple inches shorter than me, despite being in his twenties, which might be why he felt the need to pick on me. Or he might have just been a prick. It’s hard to tell.
“That was the plan,” I told him. “Maybe we’ll go see the Barney movie together.”
He nodded, furrowing his brow in his own weird little way. I think he thinks it makes him look extra-serious, which is a warning sign that he’s about to attempt to be humorous. “Well, I promise I won’t tell her you’ve already been. Wouldn’t want to ruin that for you.”
