[b][center][h2]Paige Kennedy[/h2][/center][/b]

Paige blazed away on the stair machine while her lips moved silently with the words of the song that piped through her earbuds. Since leaving the museum earlier, she hadn’t listened to anything and just drove in silence, thinking and being thoroughly disappointed with herself. The whole plan she had when she headed to confront Sammy that morning was thrown into disarray by the appearance of his wife and Paige had not been expecting her to be a match- Something about her was too.. [i]familiar[/i]. She wasn’t sure how Shannon knew she was going to be there. Elvin was the only person that had any idea that she was going to check out the museum, but even he didn’t know exactly what time. Now things were much more complicated.  

As sweat dropped on the moving stairway beneath her, Paige patted her face with a towel. Her braid was looking slightly disheveled as she’d done a long combination of weights and machines to vent out her frustration. Walking forwards, backwards, skipping steps and climbing one side at a time she wasn’t sure if she was really releasing stress or just punishing herself, she hadn’t even been in the mood to wear her normally confrontational red Diamonds jersey; instead choosing a more common, racerback turquoise tank top with snug, black capris and matching black sneakers. The capris had a pink band that ran around the waist that were their only distinguishing feature other than the sharp figure she cast while they were on her. 

Finally relenting from another step-program she smacked the stop paddle and let the machine lower her to the floor and glanced around as she wiped more sweat away and hung the towel over her neck. Milo would tell her that she needed to chill, which coming from him was about the epitome of a pot calling kettle black moment. It made her smirk a little and she thought about what he was doing  as she held the ends of the towel, dropped her shoulders and allowed herself to exhale deeply only closing her eyes for a second to center herself again. [i]Maybe the gun range later?[/i] She could look forward to shooting him under the table as he tried to lower that handheld cannon he fancied at a target. Picking up her bag and storing away her earbuds she made her way out to the lobby giving a few small waves to those that recognized her as a regular. 

Feeling depleted and not in the mood to go anywhere else after sweating her guts out, she again fell for the temptation of the Luna Sports Smoothie Bar. It was [i]very[/i] good, but at near ten dollars a pop, it was a little pricey for her to indulge every time she worked out and normally she only bought one every week. She looked at the time on her phone, sent Milo a text and decided that after her day so far, this would have to be it for the week. 



[B]Paige's Workout Playlist[/b]:
[Youtube]https://youtu.be/6CuZARbr8o4[/youtube]
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