Tuesday Tales – Pencil
The click of high heels on the cement sidewalk echoed in time with Cassidy’s stampeding heart. She glanced briefly at the address penciled on the scrap of paper in her hand. This was not the area of town she belonged in. The worn brick garages and bungalow houses with peeling paint didn’t compare with her sky rise apartment and five star restaurants. She couldn’t remember the last time she was in this neighborhood. She took another look at the scribble.
Her steps slowed as she reached the rusty door. Her friend, Danielle, recommended this place. Not that Cassidy had any desire to do this. She didn’t. The whole idea was barbaric. But Elliott had mentioned more than once that she was getting a little pudgy. He also commented how trim and fit his new assistant was. It was incentive enough for Cassidy to at least take a look.
She pulled open the door to find a narrow set of steps leading upstairs. Her heels wobbled as she slowly ascended. The sound of canvas striking canvas reached her ears. Finally, reaching the top she took in the scene.
The entirety of the cement floor was covered with wrestling mats. Punching bags hung from the ceiling long the far wall. Above an enclosed office area she could see exercise bikes and mirrors. Outside the office were racks of gloves, pads and other equipment. The whole place was lit with sunlight streaming through square windows cracked open to let fresh air in. Despite the breeze there was still the strong scent of sweat and disinfectant.
A chiseled, well built man strode across the mats to Cassidy. His blond hair was rustled and his skin held a thin sheen of sweat. His hands were covered in fingerless gloves.“Can I help you?”
“I’m looking for Duos MMA,” Cassidy replied, her voice squeaking nervously.
“You’ve found it.” The man held out his hand. “My name is Ryan. Are you interested in classes?”