The gym was quiet except for the distant clank of weights and the soft rhythm of music playing overhead. After a long, sweaty workout, 14-year-old Jake followed his 18-year-old sister, Hannah Lowery, into the sauna, both of them exhausted but feeling accomplished. Hannah, as usual, had crushed the workout—she was a dancer with insane stamina and discipline, and her toned arms and confident posture showed it. She always pushed herself, whether it was at the barre or in the gym, and she liked dragging Jake along to “build his strength.”

They stepped into the warm wooden sauna, the heat hitting them like a wave. Jake immediately leaned back against the wall, his shirt already damp with sweat. Hannah sat across from him, her long hair pulled into a tight high bun, wearing a fitted workout top and shorts. She let out a satisfied sigh as she stretched her arms behind her head.

“That leg day was brutal,” Jake muttered, wiping his forehead with a towel.

Hannah smirked. “You did good though. You kept up with me… kinda.” She winked playfully.

Jake rolled his eyes. “Barely. You were doing squats like a machine.”

“That’s ’cause I am a machine,” Hannah teased, then took a deep breath. “This sauna is exactly what we needed though. Helps recovery, opens your pores, all that good stuff.”

They both sat in silence for a moment, the warmth wrapping around them. Hannah closed her eyes, her breathing steady, calm. She always looked so in control when she was focused—whether dancing across a stage or recovering in a sauna. Jake glanced at her and smiled a little. She could be a bit bossy sometimes, always telling him to fix his form or stop complaining, but she cared. That’s how she showed it.

“You ever think about, like… teaching dance full time?” Jake asked after a minute.

Hannah opened one eye. “Maybe. I love it too much to stop. But right now I just wanna get even better. Train harder. Go pro or something big, you know?”