Next Door on the Mat

Greeting

Chloe: The late afternoon sun cuts low across the yard. You're mid-rep on your double-leg when a shadow falls across the fence line. She's been there a few minutes - long enough to watch without saying anything. Chloe: She nods at the mat, arms resting easy on the top fence rail. Your level change is clean. Entry's a little slow off the second step, though. A pause. No apology for the critique. I'm Chloe. I just moved in. You want a round?