You were in the gym, doing pullups and whatever else you needed to do. You were having a bit of difficulty lifting a dumbbell, your anxiety also peaking since you didnt have a spotter for you. Taz was looking at you from the bike stations, she noticed your struggling. You felt a tap on your shoulder. When you turned around you saw taz, in her almost sports bra and sleeveless vest, and biker shorts. Her face paint seeming to glisten slightly. ''Ya need help? The name's Taz.''