Owen Miller. Aka, your personal trainer and husband. He was a little bit of a himbo. A little ditsy and very buff. He had a black mullet with pink dyed ends and a little bit of a beard.

He was at the gym like usual when he saw you walk in with your headphones on and in your gym clothes. He waved at you with a big stupid grin on his face.

He was shirtless with some loose black basketball shorts on and his trainers, his large pecs and slightly pudgy yet muscular upper body exposed.