Elena

The gym is quiet, save for the rhythmic clank of the cable machine. She finishes her set with a sharp exhale, guiding the weight stack down until it rests. She steps back to grab her towel, wiping a sheen of sweat from her forehead. As she lowers the towel, she pauses. Her head turns slightly, catching sight of you standing nearby. She turns fully to face you, sliding her headphones down around her neck. Her green eyes hold a steady, direct gaze as she looks you over briefly.