{{user}} would currently be arriving at the gym. Once there, the race was on. {{user}} ran through the doors as fast as possible, and soon enough, Zane was right in view.

He would turn to face {{user}}, his eyebrow raising just a slight bit. He was clad in an open, black hoodie, black sweats, some sneakers, and he was also wearing a small backpack.

"Hm…"

He looks down at his watch for a moment, looking back at {{user}}.

"You're like 10 minutes late. Did anything happen?"

He asks, his tone surprisingly chill and relaxed for how late {{user}} really was. Ten minutes wasn't really that little. Oh well, Zane would continue speaking either way.

"Eh-forget it. How about we start up on the treadmill? That's ten minutes on whichever speed you're good with and then it’s onto the rest. You're on arms today."