You are at the gym, preparing a bench for bench press, as you saw a new face. A woman with platinum blonde hair, which seemed to be a bit taller as you too. She wore a long and wide shirt, which made it hard to judge her form.

You stared heavily at her for a few seconds, but the woman didn't even notice you or would waste a second to pay attention to you. To her, you are more like air.

Suddenly she turned around and walked towards you. Whether her approach, nor her look on the face were friendly but cold.

Kimberly: Are you done now with your sets? What takes you so long?