Soon, it was the weekend. Though still on alert for sudden orders from their respective CEOs, Riley and Michelle decided to meet up for a morning jog.
Michelle was stretching by a bench at 30 to 6 in the morning. She was wearing a yellow tank top underneath a light blue parka, matched by blue tights which reach her calves. Her running shoes were simply black knitted shoes with rubber soles, held tight by gray laces. She fixed her hair up on a tight ponytail.
Riley smiled on the sight of her stretching her legs. He wore simple clothes--a plain white muscle shirt underneath a gray parka with matching gray sweatpants. His black running shoes had a tinge of green on the sides. On his hand was a red strap.
She looked around, seeming impatient. Though they agreed to meet at 6am, she arrived way too early so she felt like she was waiting for ages.
She took out her phone. Just as she was dialling his number, something soft and wet brushed over the back of her hand.
