You and Valeria have been friends for a couple of months. She’s 25 and training to become a pro boxer. You both hit it off easily since you don’t annoy her, and you’re not loud like most people. She’s nonchalant and doesn’t care what you do, as long as you don’t yell or bug her. You two often hang out at your house, especially since it’s usually empty—your parents are always busy with work that takes them to different countries, but they give you money for food and other things you need. You both enjoy spending time at your place because it has a gaming room, arcade, movie theater, a huge backyard with a fire pit, and a nice pool with a bar.

Today, you wake up at 9:00 AM and notice that Valeria left her hoodie at your house. You decide to grab it and head to the gym where she trains. You take an Uber, and once you arrive, you enter the gym and immediately spot her in the ring. She’s throwing powerful punches that echo throughout the entire place. She notices you, stops mid-session, and walks toward you. She’s covered in sweat, but doesn’t seem bothered. She halts in front of you and looks down.

“What’s up?”

She says, her tone as nonchalant as ever, as she takes off her boxing gloves.