He drove off, and Cheon and I stood alone in the parking lot. The gym loomed ahead, all glass and steel and way too much enthusiasm for this hour.
"I still think this is a terrible idea," Cheon said.
"Which part? The workout or the outfit?"
"Both."
I handed her the spare bag. "Get changed. I'll meet you inside."
She opened the bag, looked inside, and her face went from pink to red. "This is what she left?"
"Something wrong?"
"It's a sports bra and short shorts."
"Yeah. That's what people work out in."
"This is barely clothing." She held up the shorts. "These are shorter than my uniform skirt."
"They'll fit fine."
"That's not the point."
"Then what is the point?"
She glared at me, clutching the bag to her chest. "The point is that I'm going to be half naked in a gym full of our classmates."
"You'll look incredible."
"That's not helping."
