Running, Running | Dean & Aiyana
She follows the same route every day, which of course, isn’t odd considering most people who live in this part of the city have a familiar exercise routine. Except she always pushed herself another half mile every day, which puts her up to five miles, but this isn’t strange either. What is strange? Her curiosity about the same man she passes by on the daily, because she’s never quite been so curious about someone as she is about him. Maybe because she sees him every morning, during every run she’s ever made, or maybe it’s because they essentially follow the same path, but something draws her closer to him today - draws her to pull up to a stop near the bench he’s using as his personal stretching post to make her own stretches. Panting, sweaty and slightly out of breath, because anyone who’d run four and a half miles already likely would be (unless she wasn’t as in shape as she thought), Aiyana shoots him a brilliant smile. “Hey.” Really? Hey? That’s it? Brilliant, Aiya, brilliant.