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'Tis was the season Elizabeth loved the most. Not Christmas, but indoor training. That usually meant she didn't have to wander far before she'd see some athletic and legal young male flaunt everything he had to offer. Now, the blonde had never considered herself to be shallow, but even she enjoyed a well sculpted male body. Who in their right mind didn't?
Leaning against the open door frame, the blonde circled the room with her eyes. It seemed like the self defense class was about to end, though, she'd never taken one, so she could only assume.
She'd just dropped off a kid that had just been recruited. She'd dropped the kid off with the integration counselor seeing as there wasn't much else for her to do there.
It was fine, but that meant she was bored.
As the class eventually finished and the room emptied of students with eager ears, Elizabeth stepped forward, making herself known by clearing her throat effortlessly. "Looking good there, coach," she said approvingly. "If my self defense teacher had looked like you when I attended the school, I might have been more inclined to take a class." She wasn't really flirting. Really, she was being honest.
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Better Than Me
Everyone is better than me, I think
Caleb was well aware of his looks, he guessed. He knew that he wasn't ugly, he knew that his ability aided in his muscle definition and he knew that girls liked that kind of thing. What he didn't know was how to tell when someone was flirting or admiring him. They all seemed to look at him the same way. Girls in his class were a bit obvious, mostly because Nora had pointed out each and everyone of them to him that had a crush. It helped that she knew them from taking the class. She was always pretty disgusted by it, too.
But women his age, well, they were hard to read. Some of them were blatant, some of them were shy, but they all handled him nearly the same.
After some last minute fixes on posture or positioning for a few students, Caleb allowed everyone to leave, waved and shot the finger guns at them as they left. It had gone well, as well as it always did. He always hated the end when he had to put his equipment away. Typically he lingered and worked out a bit on his technique. As he began lifting one of the mats, he heard a throat clearing behind him.
Caleb set the mat down and turned to see a familiar face. While he sort of knew her, he wouldn't say he knew her that well. "Ha, well, unfortunately not all instructors have an ability that rejuvenates their body the way mine does. I can't take much credit, it's just genetics and all that." He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck, "Did I run over my time? I really need to start paying attention to the clock more, but ya know when you get into it, you just...laser focus, ya know?"
Look what you've done, now I'm a mess
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Elizabeth chuckled softly; He wasn't wrong. Still, even if he had it easier, it didn't mean it was any less impressive. She didn't feel the need to say that, though. Although she didn't know him well, she knew enough to know he was a good guy. He was also a good teacher. The school needed more people like him around. He seemed equally committed as he seemed to love his job.
That was usually rare.
"No," she offered with a shake to her head. "Though, I wish you would have, so I could've gotten a glimpse of your training." She didn't only watch him to look at his butt, after all. In truth, his classes were inspiring and she wanted more awareness around it. It wasn't her place, of course.
Swirling slowly, she looked at the room. The new building after the move looked so different from when she'd attended Bellefonte back when it was still located in Kalispell. It was odd, really.
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237 words
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Better Than Me
Everyone is better than me, I think
Caleb nodded, relieved that he hadn't broken his time restraints. Typically the kids would let him know if he was, a dramatic sigh or a foot tapping that didn't cease. Even as fun as he tried to make the class, some people got bored once they knew what they were doing while the rest tried to catch up. He'd been that kid, but he also had too much energy to burn at that age so his patience was severely lacking.
"Welp, I mean, the classes are always open. Observation is welcome, so is criticism," He smiled good-naturedly. More often than not, he even let some of his students bring along a friend if they just wanted to sit in and watch before signing up.
Caleb glanced around when she did and he rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what he was supposed to be doing. There had to be a reason for her catching up with him, right? He chewed on the inside of his cheek and cleared his throat, "So uh, did you need me for something? Like a new student you think should join or uh...?" He trailed off, not really sure what else it could be about. He didn't typically get social visits from recruiters.
Look what you've done, now I'm a mess
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