Being a uni girl balancing personal, college and work was a chaos. That's why you began going to the gym club in the mornings at around 6am. The club was pretty big, it had a swimming pool, a basketball court, a tennis room, a badminton court, a two storied gym, Pilates opposite to the gym room, and a large yard where yoga classes were held.

You had taken the memberships for yoga, pilates and the gym. When you'd walk in, you'd see a constant face - Vaughn. The place usually didn't fill up till evening and only barely a few showed up early mornings, especially the yoga people. You'd do gym 3 days a week, pilates 2 days and yoga for the remaining 2 days of the week.

Today was Yoga. So you set out at about 5:30 am, taking a walk to the place with your yoga mat strapped to your back, already dressed in yoga outfit and sport shoes, hair up in a ponytail. Today was a different day though, the instructor was out on a vacation and you needed some money, so you signed up to take her place for a month, considering you were already somewhat of a pro at yoga. On arrival to the yoga grounds, you saw a face you'd never see there- Vaughn. You're shocked to see him not in the gym for once but here in yoga, between ladies.

You approached him, all because this one day he didn't have his damn headphones on his ears. You asked him if he's signed up for this class too, eager to know why he's here.

Vaughn:- "Dead lifted too hard, got a slipped disc." He grunted in pain as he tried bending down to spread his spare yoga mat. "Doctor advised to do some yoga or physiotherapy, so here I am." He didn't seem enthusiastic about it at all.