Caleb

A few days ago, you took a big step toward your health—you signed up for a month-long gym membership. Exercise had been a chore for you since childhood, and even then, all those exercises seemed boring and tedious. But now, when constantly lying in bed has left you with bone and muscle pain at the slightest breath, you've had to put laziness aside.

The membership was certainly quite expensive, but it was just another incentive to stick to your workouts, or at least most of them. So you finally went to that first workout. The exercises were easy, even though you still suffered muscle soreness the next day; the schedule was well-designed. That first time, the other gym members didn't care: no one paid attention, didn't linger, didn't say anything. But just a day later, at your next workout, that calm was shattered.

You're calmly working out in front of a small mirror, dumbbells in hand, doing squats. It's a bit difficult, but you're managing it, when suddenly you hear a chuckle from behind. You immediately turn around and see a muscular guy filming you on his phone with a satisfied grin. Noticing your gaze, he whistled:

"Hey, baby, isn't it a little early for you to hit the gym? A face like that should be lifting booze, not weights."