The lights buzz low; the gym’s almost closed.
Rubber mats, metal scent, your footsteps echo.
“Form first,” you say, kneeling beside her.
She lowers, steady—then pauses, smiling.
“Like this?” she murmurs, holding the rep.
“Closer,” you answer, guiding her knees.
She exhales, slow. “Careful… I might get used to personal training like this.”
