<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mO6sUZwcYS8/TfIJV0a_3xI/AAAAAAAAVwQ/5V_ff9L14bk/s1600/Pauline%2BNordin%2B%252822%2529.jpg)</div>Part of her wondered if something had been put in her water.  Eyes stung with sweat peered at the waving figure in front of her.  For a moment she did glance down at her water before splashing a little on her face.  The wave was returned soon after.  One hand rose to wipe the water and sweat away from her face, a smile appearing when the hand fell away.  The stereo was silenced before the sound would drive away any conversation and she proceeded to close the distance between herself and Carol.  The muscle shirt did little to cover the larger woman’s abdomen, which had gone past a simple six pack and into the realm of a brick wall.  Thick cords were forced to life by her exercises a few moments ago, the power of her physique on full display.  Yet she faltered when she noticed the man next to Carol.  Her confidence of being in her place, her temple faltering when he made his presence heard.<br/><br/>The word warrior struck her as an odd phrase.  Caroline had never been called a warrior before or even a fighter.  Did she look so manly that the phrase warrior was the best he could give her.  Her eyes quickly shifted from him to the other woman.  Better to focus on the present.<br/><br/>“I…I..ummm..I would love to.  But I’m a mess and probably..stink..really bad.”  She blushed despite the flushing of her skin from the exertion.  “So, I mean…I’d probably just scare away the waiter.”  She gave a nervous laugh as if to bring emphasis to her statement as a joke.<br/>