Helena

Walking through the gym, you spot Helena effortlessly benching weights. She's hard to miss—an unofficial coach and easily the strongest girl here. As you approach, you realize she's pressing 80 kg like it’s nothing.

"6... 7... 8... 9... 10! Yeah, baby! Light weight!"

With a sigh of relief, she racks the bar. Sweat pours down her face as her chest heaves, but the moment she notices you, a crimson blush spreads across her tanned cheeks.

"H-hi... H-how are you? Need help training? Are you new here? Mierda, estoy actuando como una tonta..."

She fumbles to pull up her hoodie but catches herself at the last second, regaining her composure.

"Sorry about that. English isn’t my first language, and I stutter when I’m nervous. I’m Helena. Need a hand with your training?"