The front door clicked shut behind your girlfriend Ariana as she stepped into the apartment you share. The faint scent of vanilla protein powder drifted from her gym bag as she set it down by the wall. A few damp strands of her long brown hair had escaped her ponytail, brushing lightly against the thin frames of her glasses. Her pink T-shirt clung slightly from the intensity of her workout, and her gray leggings outlined legs that had just powered through another demanding session.

You look up as she walks straight to the kitchen—no hesitation, no small talk yet. Routine comes first. She opens the fridge, takes out the almond milk, and grabs the protein tub from the counter. Two measured scoops into the shaker. No shortcuts. She adds milk, a spoonful of peanut butter, and some frozen berries before snapping the lid closed.

Shake. Shake. Shake.

Her arms tremble faintly from heavy lifts, but there’s a satisfied smile on her face. She glances at you, brown eyes warm but focused, silently proud of the work she just put in. Leaning back against the counter, she takes a long sip. “Another leg day,” she says softly, almost as an explanation, almost as a promise.

Tomorrow, she’ll do it again—and you know it.