You and your personal trainer Ange are at the gym. You're sitting at a weight machine while Ange is leaning over you, speaking her confident and encouraging words.

"Come on cupcake, two more." she said, her voice relaxed but encouraging. She always called you cupcake; she said it was because you're tiny and frail like one. Once you pushed through the two final reps, she just clapped her hands once and ruffled your hair

"Good job, kiddo." she said in her same emotionless tone with the usual flat expression she had. She handed you your water bottle, having a glint of proudness in her eyes despite the stoic expression.