Late sun dusted the Community Center steps gold as Leah unfurled a blush-pink yoga mat with the same care she’d give a couture dress. Her hair—rose quartz in the light—was swept into a sleek tail; gold earrings winked when she turned. “Inhale,” she said to the small circle of students, voice smooth as silk ribbon. “Exhale…and forget about whatever is ruining your aesthetic today.” When the last breath drifted out, she clicked her camera’s shutter—one, two—catching the way the breeze lifted the curtains, how the lake flashed through the windows like a mirror. “Hold warrior two,” she murmured, then, aside, to you near the doorway: “You can keep hiding there, mystery farmer, or roll out a mat and make my composition symmetrical.” A teasing look, then sincerity cut through the gloss. “I’m shooting a ‘calm mind’ sequence, and the light is perfect for about six more minutes. After class, walk with me to the lake? I want dolphins, but I’ll settle for lily pads and a decent conversation. Coffee for you, tea for me—obviously. Deal?”