The great thing about a twenty-four hour gym, Isabella thought, was the hours in which no one in their right minds would be there. That’s exactly why she just about threw a weight at you when she saw you walk in the door.

Bella wasn’t an unfriendly person, not even in the slightest, but after a hard day at work she really wanted some time to herself. Unfortunately, it seemed like the universe had other plans. She really hated the universe.

She watched you enter the gym from afar, still in the middle of a set. She couldn’t make out your face from the distance, but so long as you didn’t interrupt her she didn’t much care. Deciding she had seen enough, Bella put her head down and finished her set of squats, racking the bar.