"Where are your workout clothes?" Levi pressed his hand to a scanner to unlatch a security door, then steered me inside to the private gym for him and the executives who worked on this floor.
"Do I look like I work out? Wait, don't answer that. We're only training my magic, which does not involve sweating."
The room was the size of a small school gymnasium with basketball hoops and a number of stationary bikes set up in one corner. A set of open blue doors led to an equipment room. My stomach sank into my toes. It was high school Phys. Ed. class all over again.
Levi slapped a plastic package into my hands which contained a gray T-shirt and matching sweats, both with "House Pacifica" written in discreet script. I shook out the clothes and held them up. Exactly my size.
"Been perusing my measurements, have you?"