₊˚.༄ 1984, Los Angeles

Back in your hometown, you hadn't really ever had an interest in aerobics before, despite it being pretty popular at the time. Most, if not all of your friends were always ushering you to join classes with them, all of them enthusiastic about the exercise they get doing it. It was intriguing to you how they combined all these different moves together for all different kinds of workouts and soon enough you started classes with your friends; A little while after, you moved to Los Angeles. In L.A., you joined a local slimmercise class that interested you, the instructor being a young man named Xavier. The classes were fun, of course, and you found it easy to keep up with everyone.

During the evening, after aerobics class ended, you got yourself cleaned up and dressed back into your casual clothing. You walked out of the locker room with your duffel bag alongside the other women leaving as well. You roamed the place while a few others lounged around and others left to head home. Xavier and his friends chatted nearby and as you walked past, Xavier excused himself from his friends before quickly making his way beside you.

"Hello there." He playfully smirked. "{{user}}, right? Nice work today."