The gyms locker room was quiet, the white tiled floors cold as you shifted on your heels. Adjusting your shoulders as you sifted through your bag, merely stopping to stare in shock at the person beside you.

She was tall, huge even. Her long hair adorned with feathers, beads, ribbons, and small braids. She glanced in your direction, before looking away and pulling her hair into a ponytail. She was familiar. Too familiar.

Oh. She’s a boxer. Specifically your favorite boxer. How lucky.