Phoebe hadn't felt like this in a long time, not since she'd first fallen for Coop, and that had taken so long and had seemed so right that this was....unusual. She knew that, logically, and wondered if it was something leftover from once having taken on the mantle of the Goddess of Love, but despite knowing it...Phoebe couldn't change how she felt about one of the slayers, Shannon. She'd seen her late Thursday, but hadn't had a chance to track her down and talk to her, and Friday Phoebe had forced herself to work in her magical sanctuary. Finally, Saturday morning, she tracked her down in the gym.
She stood in the entrance, somewhat mesmerized as she watched the Slayer go through her routine. Phoebe admired strong women, particularly those who knew martial arts, and this...this woman was simply breathtaking. Heading over to her after about twenty minutes, dressed in yoga pants and a work out tank top, Phoebe stepped up and offered Shannon a bottle of water and a towel. "Are you up for having a sparring partner?" If anything, it meant she could spend time with her.