Sports Bra

About a month ago, I ran out of workout shirts. I started my laundry the night before, so I had a bunch of clean ones in the dryer downstairs.

Even though I live in an apartment complex with EVERYONE ELSE in my christian fellowship, I thought that there was no chance that I'll see anyone.

So I took the elevator with my workout bag, shoes, pants, and a sports bra...

...NOTHING OVER the sports bra.

Normally, it's whatever. But there's an unspoken modesty code within christian friends. Most christian girls don't workout only in their sports bras. No stumblin' allowed!

When the elevator door opened, Francis and Enoch made eye contact with me. They were also wearing their workout clothes.

I was freaking out! My eyes BULGED open, I quickly covered my stomach with my workout bag, and gave a nervous smile.

Me: HEEEYYY.........

Enoch's eyes looked away.

Francis *looking down*: Hey.

Me: YEAHH...I ran out of workout shirts...they're in the dryer right now...heh. What are you guys up to?

Francis: Working out.

Me: Together?

Enoch: Yeah. 

Elevator door opens.

I BOLTED OUT, RAN TO THE DRYER, THEN PUT A SHIRT ON. Francis and Enoch took the opposite way out.

...I'm not gonna lie. That sucked.