Page 111 of Unsuitable

And, by that, I mean, friendly.

“Alex, this is Daisy. Daisy, Alex,” Kas introduces us.

Kas steps back to me, and he takes ahold of my hand.

I see Alex’s eyes go to our joined hands.

He grins, lifting his eyes to me. “Nice to meet you, Daisy.”

“Likewise.” I smile, suddenly feeling conscious.

“So, are you here for business or pleasure today?” Alex asks Kas.

Kas does business here?

“Pleasure,” Kas answers.

“Cool. Well, let me buzz you in.” Alex presses a button behind the desk, and a door buzzes.

Kas holds the door open, letting me through first.

“Have a good session,” Alex calls after us.

Session? Where the hell has Kas brought me?

I’m standing in a hallway. The first thing I notice is the music that’s playing. It’s dance music, like what you’d here in a club. And it’s loud.

Kas grabs my hand again and leads me down the short hallway.

On my right, I see a door marked Men’s Changing Room. The next door along is marked for the ladies’ changing area.

Kas pushes through the double doors at the end of the hallway, and then I find myself in…well, I’m not really sure what it is.

It’s a huge room.

And it’s filled with people doing what I can only describe as something like gymnastics.

The far back wall is covered with this amazing graffiti. To my right is an elevated area, and above that is a mezzanine-style balcony that runs right around the room. To the side of the mezzanine is a climbing wall. Directly above the elevated area, hanging from the ceiling, are gymnastic rings. Beneath the stage is a pit filled with cubes of blue foam. It reminds me of those ball pools at children’s play centers.

Directly in front of me is an area with a wooden floor, a ramp running down the side of it, and a mirror covering the whole of the left side. Above it is scaffolding suspended from the ceiling. Beyond the wooden floor is safety flooring, and to the right of that is a trampoline set up with a safety net. There’s also some wooden fixtures set over to the left of the safety flooring that remind me a lot of pommel horses.

“So…what do you think?” Kas’s voice comes from beside me. He sounds a little unsure, as if he’s nervous and anticipating my response.

I lift my eyes to his. “It’s great.”

“You have no clue what it is, do you?”

“No,” I admit, laughing.

He chuckles. “It’s a parkour academy.”

“The stuff you did when you jumped from your balcony and nearly gave me a heart attack?”

He chuckles again. “Yeah.”

“Wow,” I say, letting my eyes drift around.

I see a guy, about my age, standing on the edge of the elevated area. He backs up before running at full speed, and then he leaps from it and catches hold of the scaffolding bar with both hands.