Lyra's POV

Her matching pair of exercise clothes was a minor miracle.

Except for the bubblegum pink set she was wearing, she carried several partial locations.

Applying a generous amount of sunscreen, she nibbles on some of the pretzels she brought and massages her face to rouse herself.

She fastens her hair bun with an additional hair tie, puts on her sneakers, and pulls a sweater over her sports bra because she doesn't know where these guys like to exercise, and she knows it will be cold if it's indoors.

She grabs her phone and tucks it into her pants pocket before bouncing out of her room and attempting to...