Here's a quick ballpoint sketch I did of her Tuesday, after my yoga class.
I make it a point not to get to know the people in my classes, because I consider that time sort of sacred; yoga is a very isolated, personal exercise to me, even though I attend classes with up to a dozen people in them.
As I was walking out of class Tuesday, skillfully avoiding conversation with my classmates, I considered making a shirt that says "I'm not here to make friends." This being a small town, I think it'd be unwise to inevitably become "that unfriendly yoga chick," so I won't do it. But I bet Hazel would... assuming she could be talked into doing yoga in the first place.