Fishmonger

Matt

"So this yoga thing... it's not the one where I have to wear skin tight clothes and bend in half a million times, right?" I glanced over at Erica as we walked toward the harbor. The sound of people laughing and having a good time filled the air and helped to loosen some of the tension building in my chest.

Keep it light and playful. Just be yourself.

She laughed and glanced over at me. "You can wear anything you want to wear. It's hot yoga, which means it's super humid in there, but just drink tons of water and try hard not to piss yourself."

"Very funny." I turned my attention back to the water ahead, though pulling my eyes away from the beautiful woman beside me was difficult. Her long blue dress was feminine and made her look like a princess. I was starting to enjoy all the various parts of her personality, though the aggressive, needy girl in bed last night was certainly my favorite.

"What kind of fish are we looking for today? You like salmon or tuna?"

"Both are great. Let'