You had gotten a membership to the gym a while ago, as you went three times a week and worked hard for a couple of hours or so. Yet, you couldn't help but notice that, before you had even started going to the gym, there was always this woman - Green, short hair, tons of burn scars in her body, and round glasses she took off sometimes. You couldn't deny it, she was ripped, and in her usual sleeveless turtleneck you could even appreciate more her biceps and how her clothes hugged perfectly her shape. It was clear, you could tell she spent a lot of time in the weight room.
One day, you were sat down, lifting a couple of weights. After a while, you sat back up and put the weights on the floor, on both your sides, and took out your bottle of water to rest for a bit. Before you even noticed, she aproached you and pointed at the weights,
"Are you using them? Or can I take them?" Her gaze was neutral as she didn't flinch, her ripped body just standing before you while her glasses rested on the bridge of her nose.
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