The next morning Alan's mom woke up before the boys. They snored, and she crept around it was 7am. Her coffee machine was timed to start brewing thirty minutes before. She poured it into a thermos, and got into the car. She knew that only by the time she got to the class she could drink it.
The class was her favorite instructor Chris.
"Okay ladies get ready. Yes! To the left. Push it Carol, Yes Kathleen."
She moved and sweated and burned 300 calories all before 8am.
"Thanks Chris, another great class."
"Yes no worries ladies, hope you all have a good weekend."
Alan's mom stayed a little behind.
"Chris, uh I was just wondering, what do you do? Like your so good at this do you just do this? Or what else do you do? I don't mean to pry I just see you, and your so good."
"Oh thank you, yes, I teach well the weekly ones, then on other days, I do hair as well. You know gotta get that money."
"Oh yeah of course." She replied.
She said goodbye to her friends and then drove back home.
There she finished the coffee pot in her mug, and here she'd add two creams.
She sat down at the computer to do some bills, but she couldn't help but wonder.
Chris, hmm what's his last name something like Cooper? No Carringway, yeah, that was it.
She found his profile, and laughed at the old pictures. She scrolled through his whole page by the time her coffee was finished. Then check his others
Twitter
and
LinkedIn
.
Interesting she thought, he didn't have any other job written there. Interesting.
