Thursday training ended at eight with Yuna correcting my final stance before returning toward professional distance. We changed separately, signed the equipment log, plus left the recreation center only after both roles ended. Our first exploratory date officially began beneath the public exit clock after every professional obligation ended.
Yuna wore dark jeans, black boots, plus a fitted gray sweater beneath her familiar athletic coat. Her hair remained tied because apparently one dinner did not require transformation into a softer woman.
"You look like yourself after training," I said when she caught my attention.
"That sounded almost intelligent until surprise entered your face," she replied, walking toward the east station.
I wore the charcoal shirt Nina once helped select beneath a clean jacket, chosen without asking either girlfriend for date styling. Yuna noticed the effort but offered no compliment before evidence justified one.
