Call out to her

David shouted, "Laylah! Laylah stop!"

"It's fine David!" Laylah shouted back, "I know you're worried about my comfort but this is important!" as she continued to keep her quick pace.

David was about to say something else when a new horror made itself apparent:

The hastily-tied knot under Laylah's shoulder blades had loosened, no! It came undone! the two ends came loose and began flapping in the breeze! Now only the knot around her neck remained!

"Laylah! YOUR TOP!" David yelled.

"I'M FINE DAVE! I can take a little bouncing, soo stop being so darn snoopy! You're embarrassing me!" She yelled back as she picked up the pace again.

"I'm embarrassing her?!" David growled to himself as he too picked up the pace to try and catch up to her.

"Laylah for christ's sake."

"Back off! I'm finishing this run and I'm gunna do it in record time!" she picked up her pace even more into a sprint.

"Damn." David admired. She was fucking fast. His appreciation of Laylah's newly attained physical prowess was interrupted almost immediately as he noticed that the strain of Laylah's ever increasing speed had done a number on her leggings.

It looked ridiculous, the tears had made their way all the way down the entirety of her legs, snapping at the ankles, and splitting in the wind. Between her untied shirt and split-in-half leggings, Laylah's entire back and ass were completely naked!

"Laylah, seriously your clothes-"

"STOP BABYING ME!" Laylah shouted as she broke into a full-on sprint that not even David could dream of catching up to, her determination and fury fueling her speed.