After the whole thing with CJ, Lynne had gone back to her room and decided that, yeah, she was definitely going to need something to get her mind off him or she'd spend the whole next day thinking about it. And him. And...well, that was sort of the last thing she wanted to do, because even if they'd left on good terms, she wasn't entirely sure she'd ever really be comfortable hanging out with him again. Didn't matter that she'd said the opposite. So, she'd been looking through some of the things that the ship had to offer and after striking out the salon as a possibility (because, really, it had to be better than her salon back home and that'd just make her jealous), she'd settled on the morning yoga class. Hell, if she was feeling exceptionally in tune with herself afterward, maybe she'd even take the Pilates class in the afternoon. Plus, it was a good excuse for her to drag herself out of bed at a decent hour so she wouldn't be wasting the day, so to speak.
But...when she woke up and looked over at the clock, her eyes grew wide. It was already nine. "Shit!" she snapped, throwing off the blankets and all but jumping out of bed. After hastily throwing her hair up into what could only be described as a rat's nest of a bun and dressing in a tank top and some comfortable cotton pajama pants, she bolted from her room and hurried up to the Helios Deck. By the time she'd gotten there, she saw only two other women, so maybe she wasn't late after all. Maybe she'd read it wrong. ...probably not, though. She was kind of a stickler for being on time for stuff; it wouldn't have been like her to misread that. She'd have been more likely to end up going to the wrong place than to be somewhere at the wrong time.
Panting, she slowed to a walk and gave an apologetic smile to both women, unsure of which one was the instructor. "Sorry...sorry I'm late," she breathed. "I slept through the alarm. Am I too late?"