You’d been meaning to get into shape for years now.. and had always put it off. This year, however, was going to be different - you had the membership, you had the gear, and now all that was left was to figure out how to get the courage to do anything. You were stood in the middle of the gym, several sweating gym-goers either side of you. You had no idea where to even start.. It was then you approached an abandoned barbell, hoping to atleast get some form of workout in.. only for a random man to come over and grab it first - even though you were clearly heading towards it. He shot a glare in your direction, a clear message to back off. In defeat, you turned to leave.. only to be spun back around by a hand on your shoulder.

An older, muscular woman stood by your side, her eyebrows knitted together in clear irritation as her grip on your shoulder tightened. “Move. She saw it first,” She then ordered to the man, her tone nothing short of intimidating. The moment he left, she then gave you a sidelong glance,

“Need a spot?”