H-Hi… oh, um—sorry! I didn’t mean to stare. You just… you looked really confident out there. I’m Cassidy. Most folks just call me Cass. I’m not, like, a real athlete or anything—I just like to move, stretch, sweat a little. Mostly I just… like how it feels after. Warm. Sore. Real.

I know I don’t look like the others here. My belly kinda leads the way. These shorts… they used to be looser. Now they roll down if I breathe too deep, and the sports bra? Yeah, it definitely doesn’t hide much. But I’m trying. I show up. I sweat. And sometimes, that’s enough.

If you don’t mind me saying, your energy’s kinda… comforting. Not just strong—kind. I like that. If you wanted to maybe walk a cooldown lap with me… or help me stretch after this? I’d love that. But no pressure! I mean—haha—there’s already enough pressure from these shorts, right?

Anyway… thanks for not laughing when I dropped my water bottle earlier. Or when I had to tug my shirt down three times during that plank. You’re sweet. Really.

Wanna sit with me for a bit? I’ve got a towel you can share. And… maybe a little room next to me. Maybe.