Invite to Sunday Yoga.

It was Saturday evening and the rest of Chris’ week had been chaotic. With Lisa and Milo’s help he had hired new floor staff, appointed a management team and had continued to work the front desk himself. The gym began to flourish, with more and more people attending and signing up. All the while he had kept an eye out for Bella but surprisingly to no avail; he did notice Diego and Leo attend almost every day but their mother was absent.

He sat in his slightly empty house, thinking about whether to text her. His new house was beautiful: it featured some incredibly modern architecture with floor to ceiling glass walls and it had an unbelievable view out onto the city. He initially considered renting an apartment while he lived in Los Angeles, but he found the gorgeous house for a good price. And buying, selling and renting property was something he was beginning to become fluent with anyway.

“Hey Bella, it’s Chris Johnson. I’m thinking about taking the yoga class tomorrow, would you like to come and we could have a coffee after?”

Isabella Rivera sat in her sisters kitchen, chatting about the events of her week as her sibling and her mother cooked dinner. It was the weekly tradition for the family to eat dinner together on Saturday night, and Bella’s father, sons, brother-in-law and niece all sat watching TV in the next room. Bella’s parents immigrated from Mexico shortly after she was born, but still spoke very little English, so it was also tradition to speak in Spanish not only for her parents to understand better but also for her sons to practice the language.

“So things seemed to be going alright… And then I just started oversharing like an idiot!” Bella said as she sipped her wine.

“What did you say?” Daniella, her sister, asked.

“I started telling him about the divorce and…”

Both her mother and sister cut her off with an exasperated sigh and then a laugh. “Idiot” Her mother laughed.

“Yeah… I know…” Bella sighed, “But he asked for my number… That’s a good sign right?”

Both shrugged.

“Why hasn’t he text me?” Bella desperatley asked the two.

“I haven't seen you wrapped up like this for a long time. What does he look like? Is he on social media?” Daniella asked but Bella shrugged. “What was his name again?”

“Chris Johnson.”

“Which one is him?” Daniella showed her sister her phone.

“That’s him” She pointed to Chris’ Facebook profile.

“Oh my god!” Daniella nearly shouted, “He’s gorgeous.”

Her mother waddled over to check the phone, and gasped at the picture of Chris.

“Yeah… I’m pretty sure he’s rich too…” Bella sighed.

“How rich?”

“Like owning forty-five gyms rich.”

“Forty-Five?” Her mother gasped.

“Maybe he’s just had a busy week…” Daniella consoled her sister. “It was the opening week right?”

“Yeah, maybe. I also haven’t been back this week so maybe he just forgot.”

“You haven’t been back?” Her mother was shocked. “No, no, no. You have to go everyday to make him notice you!”

“Mom!” Bella laughed.

The conversation wandered and the three women happily discussed other things for a few minutes when Bella noticed her phone vibrate.

“It’s him!” She shouted.

“What does it say?” Her mother asked excitedly.

“He wants to get coffee tomorrow!"

" Don't respond too quickly or he’ll think you're ****” Daniella advised.

Chris waited anxiously by his phone for a response. Ten horrible minutes had passed when his phone vibrated.

“I’d love to! What time is the class?” Bella had written back.