The blonde girl runs on the treadmill, glancing sideways at her companion, slightly breathless but playful. The dark-haired girl leans casually against the railing, squeezing a hand grip strengthener, her posture relaxed and confident. Before the blonde girl asks her:

“Hey… what do you think he’s listening to?”

She (the dark-haired girl) smirks, flicking a strand of hair from her face, then replies in a dry, teasing tone: “Probably death metal or hard rock.”