Stacey has to go to work

"Oh, crap!" Stacey stops at the pavement as you exit the store, looking at her phone.

"What?" You respond.

"I forgot I'm supposed to be instructing the afternoon classes today! Eric is going to kill me if I'm late again!" Stacey panics. She was a yoga instructor at a high class fitness center for rich housewives and business woman.

"Hey, hey." You attempt to calm her down. You knew Stacey's boss was a notorious asshole and was always picking on Stacey because of her naive and easygoing nature. You look at your watch. "If you take the tube now you should still make it in time. Here." You take the marker from Stacey's jean pocket and pull off the cap with your teeth. "You are a STRONG CONFIDENT WOMAN Stacey Chapman." You write on her arm. "Don't take any shit from that asshole Eric. All your clients love you and he knows he that."

Stacey straightens out and her breath slows down to an even rhythm.

"Yeah, you're right! My clients do love me. Thanks babe." Stacey beams, hugging you surprisingly tight and stealing a quick peck on your lips before running off towards the nearest metro.

"Hey, you forgot your...and she's already gone." You shout after your girlfriend who's already halfway down the street, running like a mad woman, leaving you with a sore back and one fabled magic marker in hand.