HPDBC Chapter 81 Luna.
Chapter 81 Luna.
Hugo sat stiffly on his mat, his face frozen in a polite smile as Daphne eagerly chatted beside him about her favourite yoga poses. He nodded occasionally, but inside, his brain was going full meltdown mode.
'This is what I get for trusting dating apps,' he lamented to himself. 'Never again. Swipe left? Swipe right? No, swipe me off this mat and out of here.'
He glanced sideways at Daphne, who was now attempting to demonstrate a pose called the "Happy Baby" but looked more like a struggling turtle.
'How do I escape this without breaking her heart?' he thought, furrowing his brows. 'I can't just ditch her... can I? No, Hugo, you're better than that.'
Still, he couldn't stop imagining ridiculous escape plans.
1. The Fake Emergency
He could clutch his stomach and groan dramatically. "Oh no, Daphne! Bad sushi! Gotta go!" But what if she insisted on helping him? He cringed at the idea of her escorting him to a nonexistent bathroom emergency.
2. The Sudden Phone Call
Maybe he could pretend his phone was vibrating. "Oh no, my... uh... cousin's dog is stuck in a tree! I need to leave immediately!" But what kind of idiot cousin lets their dog climb trees?
3. The Classic 'I Left the Stove On'
He'd jump up and gasp, "My lasagna! I left it in the oven! It's been cooking for six hours!" But no one makes lasagna on a Monday morning.
He sighed, scratching all of them. Each plan was more ridiculous than the last. Meanwhile, the studio was filling up with people, but Hugo paid no attention. His brain was too busy plotting his escape route.
Just as he was about to settle on a dramatic fainting act, the door to the studio opened.
And in walked the yoga instructor.
Hugo's jaw dropped.
She was... breathtaking.
The woman was tall—easily six feet—with legs that seemed to stretch to the ceiling.
Her hair was short and wildly curly, framing her face like a halo, and a silver nose ring glinted in the soft studio light.
Her skin seemed to glow, and she moved with a grace that made everyone else in the room look like awkward mannequins.
'Oh. My. God,' Hugo thought, straightening up so fast he nearly pulled a muscle. 'Who is this goddess?'
Hugo tried not to look, but it was like watching a slow-motion disaster. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to erase the image from his brain.
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'Focus on your mat, Hugo. Eyes forward. Eyes forward!'
"Now transition into Warrior Pose," Luna instructed, demonstrating with effortless elegance.
Hugo straightened, attempting to copy her pose. Unfortunately, his foot slipped on the mat, and he stumbled sideways, nearly knocking over a petite old lady next to him.
"Watch it!" she snapped, glaring at him.
"Sorry, ma'am!" Hugo whispered, his face flushing red.
As the session continued, Hugo's muscles screamed for mercy. He was drenched in sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead, and his confidence was hanging on by a thread.
Then Luna announced, "Let's move into Pigeon Pose. This will help stretch your hips and release tension."
Hugo awkwardly folded one leg in front of him and stretched the other behind, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold the position. He was just about to feel proud of himself for not falling over when it happened.
PFFFFFT!
The sound echoed through the studio like a firework.
Hugo froze. So did everyone else.
Slowly, he turned his head. Daphne was blushing furiously, her hands covering her face. "Oops!" she said with a nervous giggle. "Beans again!"
The old lady next to Hugo snorted. "That's why I skip breakfast."
A ripple of laughter spread through the room, but Hugo just stared at Daphne, his mouth hanging open.
'This cannot be real. I am not here. I am not alive.'
Luna, ever the professional, didn't even flinch. "And hold the pose," she said calmly, her voice steady.
Daphne gave Hugo a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Hugo. I get nervous in yoga."
Hugo closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. 'This is my punishment for trusting dating apps. Never again. Never again!'