Connor did what he was told. He sat down on a bench connected to the back wall and placed his hands on his lap while he watched. The first part was okay, of course, they<i>were </i>just stretching. Seeing a dozen or so pretty, lithe little ladies bending was entertaining enough. Still, he tried not to stare too hard. His sister's creeper warning had him a bit paranoid. Not only once, but twice, he had made eye contact with a couple of the girls and now felt that he was skating mighty close to coming off as a creeper. That's when he decided to pull out his phone.<br/><br/>He brought the screen to life, placed his thumb on the home button and navigated to his social media. He scrolled through it slowly, while occasionally lifting his head to see what was going on. The instructor was having them do a lot of things. Connor wondered how a man could get such a job. Surely<i>he </i>was the creeper, right? One man watching all of those girls and going around touching them and grabbing their hips tomake<i>adjustments. </i>Perhaps he wasn't though. Maybe he was gay and that was how he'd been able to do it. That seemed like the more likely option.<br/><br/>Connor noticed Elise pair off with another girl. He'd never seen her before, but immediately took note of her looks. It wasn't just the fact that she was beautiful, but, she seemed differentthan the rest. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. He'd been around a lot of rich girls growing up and all of them, more or less, acted the same. They all had this look about them. Their face somehow always portrayed in a way to insinuate thecame from wealth and were better than those who didn't. Elise had started getting that same face, but Connor nipped that in the bud. He'd called her out on a couple of occasions and luckily, it seemed to work out. She no longer had<i>that </i>face. Connor had ended up calling it a "Catty Bitch face." Perhaps it was a little harsh, but he felt it was fitting.<br/><br/>This girl didn't have that face. She looked as if she didn't belong there, which wasn't a bad thing. In fact, it made him interested in her. He sat up straight when he saw Elise coming, with the mystery girl in tow. He stood, to be polite and nodded, extending a hand out to shake her own. It was small and delicate and fit into his nicely. He didn't let his hand linger though, if only in an attempt to not make things awkward. "It's very nice to meet you, Jo." He felt like he was being too formal, but fuck it, first impressions were everything.<br/><br/>"Jo is going to come over to the apartment and join<i>us </i>for some drinks," Elise said and gave her older brother an elbow to the side. "I'm sure you'll be a gentleman and ride in the back, huh?" She didn't wait for him to answer though and he bit his tongue, forcing as good a smile as he could. She wastrying to set them up. He knew she wouldn't admit it, but that was what was going on. "In the morning I can bring you back to your car. We don't want you driving under the influence, after all." Goodness, she was being pushy. Elise didn't giveany of them time to protest before gathering her things and shoving them out of the door.<br/><br/>"Awesome," Connor said under his breath and held the door open for them as they made their way to the car. The back seat was extremely cramped and by the time they got back to her apartment, his left hamstring was starting to cramp. He walked with a barely noticeable limp until the muscle stretched itself back out and soon they were in Elise's apartment.<br/><br/>"I'm going to go wash up," Elise said. "You two can get started without me." And with that, she was gone. There was an awful silence as they stood in the kitchen. He broke it. "So, uhm, Elle has a bunch of stuff. What're you drinking?" Connor pulled open the counter and brought down a few different bottles: Rum, Brandy, Cognac, Vodka. He craned his head to look at Jo, eyes finding hers while waiting for a response.