And as for that drafty feeling? Well, it was her fault if she let herself sulk around and listen to the wind whipping through her.

“YOU DIDN’T.”

Sebastian’s large hand slapped a flyer down on Via’s very tidy desk. She slid the flyer out from his paw and read it, her grin widening with each word she read. “I see that Principal Grim took my suggestion for a mandatory yoga session for the staff. At—would you look at that—next week’s staff meeting.”

“Traitor.”

“It’ll be good for you.” She waved her hand through the air, and he snatched the flyer back, glaring at it.

“It wasn’t enough for you to smoke me in softball, you have to rub my nose in your yoga prowess as well, huh?”

“Yoga isn’t about comparing yourself to another. It’s about your own practice. Pushing yourself.”

“Well, I’m gonna be practicing myself straight to the emergency room next Monday.” He scowled at her.

Via laughed. “You’ll like it. I swear.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll do something that you’re good at, and you can show me up.” Via bit her tongue and hoped the heat on her cheeks wasn’t visible. That had sounded suspiciously like she was asking him out on a date. Yikes. Yikes squared.

But Sebastian wasn’t looking at her, he was studying the flyer, a frown on his face. “At least the leggings aren’t mandatory.”

“I’m sure you can wear whatever you want. But just keep in mind, if you wear shorts, that sometimes you go upside down.”

“Dang. I was hoping to go commando that day.”

She blushed even further and so did he.

“Sorry,” he muttered, dragging a hand over his face. “I really wish I hadn’t said that in the middle of a public school.”

“On a workday,” she added, biting her lip to keep her smile inside.

“To my son’s former preschool teacher.”

“And soon-to-be guidance counselor.”

He groaned and took a step backward. “On that note, I think I’ll quit while I’m way, horrifyingly behind.”

“Have a good weekend, Sebastian.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow at the game, though, right?”

“Oh.” The papers in her hands crumpled a little and she smoothed them out. “Great.”

THE DRAFTY FEELING had subsided a bit as the week went on, though Via couldn’t help but feel as if that were just a coincidence. Her life was almost too busy these days to indulge in the melancholy. Especially since she was attending a yoga class every day, before or after school, to prepare for leading the yoga lesson at next Monday’s staff meeting.

Regardless of why the feeling was subsiding, Via was just glad that it was.

Her conversation with Evan, however, was not subsiding. It bothered her that he thought she didn’t have friends at school. She’d joined softball! She was going to happy hours! She joked around at the Xerox machine with Cat! She’d started eating lunch in the teacher’s lounge a few times a week. She’d even recently shared a sandwich with Grace, who’d forgotten her lunch at home. That was a big deal for Via, sharing food with someone. See! She had friends!