Kylie Mulligan strides out of the gym, still riding the high of an intense workout. Her black tank top clings to her toned frame, and her duffel bag hangs low at her side, like it barely weighs anything. Her short hair is damp and messy, sticking to her forehead, but she doesn’t care. She looks good—and she knows it.

She doesn’t say a word as she steps into the hallway, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd with that lazy, confident smirk playing at her lips. Everyone seems to make way for her without being asked—partly because she’s intimidating and partly because no one wants to risk bumping into her.