With her gym bag slung over her shoulder, Riley followed his gaze to the juice and smoothie bar. She had never been to that one before, but she was a fan of them all. Nodding in confirmation, she followed him out of the gym and onto the sidewalk. Cars buzzed by, sending a few welcome bursts of wind their way. Letting out a small sigh of appreciation as a bus sped past, Riley glanced to him. "Sounds good," she said. She liked air conditioning. The heat wasn't her friend, not by a long shot.
At his question, she scoffed, green eyes wide. "If anyone needs to be carried, it's you, princess." The "p-word" was said with similar good-nature, a callback to their terse almost-argument prior to the sparring match. "You'll be lucky if you can get out of bed tomorrow." That was a bit of an exaggeration, but Riley felt that she had well earned her bragging rights. With one hand on her hip, she set off with him to cross the street, entering the juice bar.
The line was thankfully short, and they were able to order quickly. Riley's banana-strawberry-protein arrived in all its glory, a tall glass of heaven. Despite her exhaustion, she put a little skip in her step as she made a beeline to an empty table, dropping her gym bag on the floor and making herself comfortable in the chair.
"You were right," she said as she crossed one leg over the opposite knee. "These chairs are comfortable."
(BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS FUNNIER WITH SPIDERS! Oh SNAP should I pack an overnight bag?)