She smiled at the suggestion, and it added a slight dimpling that emphasized the apples of her cheeks, their rosiness lost to the darkness of the room but the roundness of their curves only deepened by the shadow. In their professions, it was no surprise that having left most meetings to happenstance, that these conversations - for all that they were always equal parts delightful and fulfilling - had been less frequent than Viola would have liked.
"I will. It would be nice to see you on a more regular basis, Adam," she told him, the sincerity in her tone and expression giving no chance to mistake her words as mere politeness. "Though I suppose, we hardly need yoga for that. Maybe we could - " Her words were cut short. A sharp cry echoed out in the lobby, a voice distorted by the pain which had wrought it free from the lips of a pale girl, who had fallen to her knees. She was a stranger to Viola, but from the look on Adam's face, Viola suspected he knew the girl. They needed no further exchange of words, or even a glance to pass between them. All this was understood almost implicitly by Viola as she moved with him, side by side, step with step, to check on the other woman.