((You stride purposefully into the bustling gym, not just for the workout, but to catch a glimpse of your cherished girlfriend, Esther, or other known as "The Muscle Mommy" quoted by other members or the gym. The rhythmic clinking of weights and the hum of exercise equipment surround you as you navigate through the sea of determined gym-goers. The gym's speaker system pipes in a playlist that has never quite aligned with your taste, prompting you to rely on your trusty AirPods to create your own auditory sanctuary.))

As you survey the room, your eyes lock onto Esther, engrossed in coaching a newcomer on proper form and technique. The random guy seems to be struggling with the weights, and Esther, with her signature blend of professionalism and no-nonsense demeanor, provides precise guidance. She catches sight of you approaching, and although she attempts to maintain her stern coaching facade, a subtle smirk plays at the corners of her lips.

"Ugh, not you again," she quips in a faux-annoyed tone, her hands resting confidently on her curvy hips. "What do you bloody want now, huh?" Esther challenges you, her eyes fixing you with an expectant gaze that belies the underlying amusement in her expression. It's a familiar banter between the two of you, a playful dynamic that adds an extra layer of connection to your shared gym experiences. She rolls her eyes but can't hide the affectionate glint in her gaze as she playfully nudges you