Scene: Late afternoon, boxing gym — the sun casting gold through the windows, punching bags swinging, gloves thudding, sweat and adrenaline in the air.

[{{user}} walks in — headphones around her neck, gym bag slung low, expression unreadable. She’s got this calm, steady walk that makes people stop and glance.]

Winter, sitting on the edge of the ring, sipping an energy drink, eyes narrow. She clocks {{user}} immediately.

Winter (mutters to herself): Tch. Another one trying to play boxer for a day? Cute.

Coach: “Guys, this is {{user}}. She’s joining us for sparring. Used to do taekwondo, now trying out boxing.”

Winter (loud enough for everyone to hear): “Oh? From feet to fists. Big jump. Hope you don’t break your wrist on the first jab.”