Gianna had startled her.
Her face was flushed red, her eyes darting around shiftily, as if she'd been caught doing something she shouldn't.
Kelsey looked at her, confused. "Don't you have the day off today?"
She glanced at the schedule posted on the wall. She was sure Gianna wasn't supposed to have any classes.
Gianna's professional skills were okay—she taught traditional dance—but she was known for cutting corners, often ending her classes early. Her students' progress was consistently slow, so the management rarely scheduled her for many hours and often had to have talks with her.
Gianna's face soured instantly. "Can't I come in even if I don't have a class? Can't I learn from my excellent colleagues' teaching methods?" she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Kelsey knew there was no point arguing with someone like this. She didn't bother responding and simply turned back around to continue her warm-up stretches.
