“Yaz, why are you here?” Verity asked from the chair next to mine. “This is supposed to be relaxing and you are not a relaxing human.” “How very dare you! I’m super chill. Look, I’ll show you – just do these breathing exercises with me whilst you’re-” “I’ve told you before,” Verity gritted out, her left eye twitching. “I do not like to be told when to breathe. My respiration is my business. Kindly bugger off.”
