#authatopia

jude really loved working at her local gym, as a personal trainer, she'd become close with all of her work colleagues. it was like having a second family, she loved it.  but she was closest with one colleague in particular, fletcher liu, there had been whispers around the gym that the pair were dating, but it had been denied, by her --- they were just friends, for now anyway. 

estella understood vale’s sentiment completely. she too had never entertained worrying other people for the sake of it and she definitely wouldn’t lord about her injuries, after all, they were more or less self-inflicted given her lifestyle. who would she talk about them to? who would worry enough about her? when estella came home after a long day or returned from a match it was only her voice and thoughts that echoed back at her. “no one needs to worry.” este said in the softest voice she could muster, bracing her forearms on her thighs as she leant forward to pluck up her glass of water from the table. vale didn’t need her tone of aggression... she was small and a few years her junior (she guessed) and getting angry and worked up wasn’t going to help either of them to get through this. glancing across at her, estella studied her frame for a moment. it was mostly hidden by blanket but she took in the shape of her face and the slightness of her features. but there was a strength there... este had heard it in the bite of her voice and although she was sure the younger woman couldn’t handle herself in aggressive situations... she was sure she could definitely give something.