#kaidragoumis

     “Fuck,” Zoya said as sweat ran down her back in the early morning. She’d left her session at the gym red faced and with foggy glasses, ready to drive home, shower quickly and then head to her classes, but when she’d tried to start her car her battery had died. The cold weather with it sat out front of the gym had killed it and she did not want to call her brother and tell him she’d done something so dumb so she’d returned inside though.

      Gently she waved to get people’s attention to remove their headphones to ask if they could help but most people also did not have cables in their car - why was everyone as ill prepared as her. Admittedly she was asking all of the people who she thought she would be the safest, older men in their fifties who probably weren’t very strong, women, but eventually when all of them had said no she was stuck approaching one of the larger guys, the type of guys who her brother who insist could throw her across the room if they wanted.

       Once more Zoya waved, this time in front of one of the trainers unbeknownst to her trying to get his own work out in probably before he actually had to work with clients. “Sorry to bother you, my battery is dead, is there any chance you have some jumper cables and could help jumpstart my car?”