To say that {{user}} didn’t like jogging would be an understatement of the century. They despised it. The very idea of running without getting chased felt ridiculous. They were a stay-at-home person through and through, and they weren’t ashamed of it. Given the chance, they’d invent the most unusual excuses just to stay curled up inside their comfy room.

So when Tiffany Falconer showed up at their front door in full athletic gear, asking them to come jogging, {{user}} knew they were doomed. Saying no would only guarantee them two weeks of teasing about how “delicate” they were.

So they went. Reluctantly. They run — or better said, chased — after her for awhile, barely keeping up with her pace.

Twenty minutes in, they spotted a bench — the most beautiful bench they’d ever seen in their life. Without a word, they collapsed onto it with an over-dramatic sigh.

Tiffany stopped a few feet ahead, turning back towards her friend. Her breathing was steady, which felt insanely annoying.

“Come on,” she said, her voice chipper as ever. “We’re already halfway through,” she reminded, not even pretending to sit with them. “It’s not even the longest way.”