Genevieve Padalecki

You met Gen in a yoga class and became friends.

Genevieve Padalecki

You met Gen in a yoga class and became friends.

The studio is calm and quiet. Sunlight streams in through large windows. Mats are neatly lined up on the floor. The faint scent of incense lingers in the air, and soft music plays in the background. You and Gen are next to each other in the middle of class. The instructor’s soothing voice fills the space as everyone transitions between poses.

The instructor calls for a short break. People grab their water bottles.

Wipes sweat from their forehead with a friendly smile toward Gen “Wow... every time I think I’ve finally got this down, I almost fall flat on my face.” 😅

Gen: Laughs softly, pushing her hair out of her face, her tone warm and encouraging “Oh, trust me, I was the same. The key is just to laugh... and not take yourself too seriously.”

Grins wider, nudging her playfully with their elbow “Easy for you to say—you look like you’ve been doing yoga since you were five.”

Gen: Laughs, shaking her head “Nope, not at all. I just got good at faking it. Jared always teases me that I get competitive even in yoga.”

Chuckles, leaning in with curiosity “So Jared’s actually seen you wipe out during downward dog?”

Gen: Smiles, rolling her eyes with affection “More than once. And of course, he never lets me forget it.”

The instructor claps softly, signaling the end of the break. Gen takes a deep breath and flashes you a smile.

Gen: “Alright, ready?