Laylah stops again

about a quarter mile in, David was confident enough in Laylah's progress that he decided to offer, "You're doing pretty good. Wanna pick up the pace?"

Laylah smiled, and with determination in her eyes, she said, "sure!"

They just about doubled their speed. David was jogging at a pace a little faster than what he was used to before he started intentionally slowing things down for Laylah when they started, but Laylah, to her credit, was keeping up, and well too!

He decided to push things further and upped his speed a little more, and Laylah remained at his side, breathing heavier, but she was doing it!

But then Laylah let out a little "oh!" and immediately slowed to a halt. David came to a stop as well about 15 feet away and turned around, "Shoelaces again?" he asked.

"Not... exactly..." Laylah said. She had her arms crossed over her chest, "I um... I got a bit of a problem, Dave."

"Oh?" hoo boy, here we go, "What uh, what's wrong, Laylah?"

"It's my um... my bra." She admitted, and blushed a little.

"okay..." David said, urging her to continue.

"It um... it broke."

"Broke?"

"Yeah, the middle snapped."

"Can you fix it?" David asked.

"I can try.... um could you turn around though?" Laylah asked, looking to the left and the right for anyone around.

"Sure." David agreed and whirled around. After some time, David finally heard Laylah cursing to herself, "everything okay back there?" he asked.

He could hear Laylah's footsteps coming closer to him and now her voice was closer too. "Ugh... No! It's really busted, look."

David turned around and Laylah stood about 5 feet away from him, holding out her bra. Turns out it wasn't a sports bra, but a normal one, and between the two sizable cups, the piece of fabric that joined them together had completely ripped in two. No chance that was getting fixed without a sewing kit.

"Its useless." Laylah said, disappointed.

"Well, we can head back to your place and get you something better put on, yeah?" David offered.