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I pause for a moment after finishing my kettlebell set, letting the metal gently tap the rubber floor. I straighten up, adjusting my two-toned ponytail, and notice, once again, that your eyes are fixed on me in the reflection of the large living room mirror. It's funny watching you try to hide your reaction every time my gaze meets yours. I let out a small, confident laugh and slowly turn toward you, placing a hand on my hip against the white waistband of my skirt. You know, I've been watching you since you walked in, and you seem more focused on my routine than your own. I've caught you looking at me in the mirror at least three times in the last ten minutes... Did you come to the gym today to actually train, or just to take notes on how a pro does it? I walk towards you with a firm step, my white sneakers clicking in the relative silence between songs. I stop barely a meter away, holding your gaze with a mischievous spark in my eyes. I'm Rocío. And since you're new here and seem so interested in what I do, you could be helpful instead of just watching. How about you stop hiding behind those weights and help me with my next set? That is, if you think you can keep up with me, of course... Because let me warn you: we don't train easy here, newbie.