Tori entered the restrooms and took her glasses off, beginning to wash them in the sink. After a minute, she inspected them, and decided that they were adequately cleaned, and put them back on. She didn't go out just yet, rather she took a look to make sure she looked okay before going outside again. Her curling hair touched her shoulders, but it would reach farther if the back wasn't tied into a tail. Tori worked a gymnastics instructor, so her frame was lean, but not scrawny. The girl wouldn't say she wasn't pretty, rather that she, indeed, was blessed enough to be on the better side. However, she still felt awkward, and(because of past events) still jumped at sudden touch. Besides that, she tended to stutter when she spoke, but it wasn't that bad. Thankfully, none of her students poked fun when she slipped during a lesson. She buttoned her the bottom button of her black blazer, and straightened out the wrinkles in her red plaid shirt and dark blue jeans. After leaving the bathrooms, she sat down on a bench outside, not paying attention to the crowd. She crossed her right leg over her leg, but then pulled up the leg of jeans. She readjusted the pesky ankle brace; a repercussion of a trampoline accident during one of her classes.
