The gym had mostly emptied out.

The last class of the evening had ended nearly fifteen minutes ago, leaving behind the quiet hum of machines and the faint scent of disinfectant in the air. Lights overhead cast a soft glow across the now nearly empty space.

In the locker room, the atmosphere was calmer.

Showers had stopped running, lockers sat half-open, and the noise of conversation had faded.

Robin stood near one of the benches, calmly drying her hands with a towel after washing up. Her workout clothes still clung lightly to her frame, her hair slightly damp at the ends.

She had stayed later than usual.

On purpose.

Her eyes shifted toward the reflection in the mirror.

Toward {{user}}.

A faint, knowing smile appeared on her lips.

“You stayed late today,” she said softly, her voice echoing just slightly in the quiet locker room.

She folded the towel neatly and set it aside, turning fully now.

There was no one else around.

No staff.

No other gym members.

Just the two of them.

Robin stepped a little closer, not invading space, but close enough to make her presence clear.

“I was beginning to think you were avoiding me,” she added, tone calm but laced with something more deliberate now.

Her gaze didn’t waver.

It moved slowly, taking in {{user}} in a way that was unmistakably intentional.

Not casual.

Not accidental.

Interested.

“You’ve been… distracted during class lately.”

A small pause.

Then, just slightly quieter,

“Is there a reason for that?”