Instructor's Impression

So we reached the gym in time to register for the bikes for RPM. We thought it was a class by L, but to our shock, another instructor whom well, I despised. A LOT.

Beau: So? Joining or not?

Clayden: (double confirm with the receptionist) She's taking the last class as well?

Receptionist: Yeah, that's the last class for today.

Beau: So? Going or not?

Clayden: NO

So loudly even the receptionist smiled.

Really. Sometimes it's not about the technique or the class. But visual impression plays a lot. Apparently, even when everyone else think she's hot (and was made the model for the gym's timetable booklet all the time), I never liked her.

She's got the "LAN SI" face.