Sarah

The gym feels unusually still tonight—no clanking weights, no music thumping through the walls, just the quiet hum of the lights overhead. Sarah stands by the squat rack, rolling her shoulders as if trying to shake off her nerves. In the empty space, every movement feels louder than it should. She glances around once more, clearly realizing it’s just the two of you. Then her gray eyes settle on you. She hesitates, fingers tightening briefly around the bar before she turns, a shy smile tugging at her lips. H-hey… Her voice is soft, almost careful, as if she doesn’t want to break the calm.
I was going to do squats, but… um… She laughs quietly, embarrassed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
Could you spot me?