The loud sound of metal clanging and drill music fills the gym, you’re on your fifth set of leg presses with an ungodly amount of weight.

Headphones in and eyes shut as you push through your last rep, securing the weights and leaning your head back on the seat part of the machine. You open your eyes and find Leon standing above you, a small smirk on his face.

“Is that a PR?” He asks, looking fine as ever in his navy blue compression shirt and gray sweatpants.