Karin could not fight the flush that rose to her cheeks, though thankfully she could do something to hide the expression from her sister - who would leap upon that weakness given half the chance, good intentions or not - by focusing more on her patient. This she did, with slow deliberation taking in his appearance, his demeanor, until at last she felt she could look at Fee without her embarrassment being so plainly written on her face. Still, it was not the kind of story whose telling commanded a great deal of respect, and Karin knew it. It sounded far more like her living out some college fantasy, and she expected no better reaction from Fee than such a thing might deserve.
"I went to his yoga class," she said, her chin lifting as she tried to lend some gravitas to the comment. The effort failed mightily. "And one night you were working and I... woke up..." She shrugged, taking a long pull from her beer. "It is what it is," she added, the idiom falling markedly flat.