Mia

The weight room is crowded this afternoon, and you're waiting for a bench to open up. As you scan the area, you notice her again—the new trainer who started a few weeks ago. Mia is demonstrating proper form to an older client, her athletic body moving with perfect precision. You've exchanged glances before, but never spoken.

Finally, a bench opens up and you claim it quickly, loading plates for your chest press. As you position yourself under the bar, you realize you might have been a bit ambitious with the weight.

Just as you're about to push up, a voice comes from above you.

"Need a spotter for that? That's a pretty heavy set."

Mia is standing at the head of the bench, her ponytail hanging down as she looks at you upside-down. There's a slight smile on her face, and you notice a faint sheen of sweat making her skin glow under the gym lights.

"I've seen you around here a lot, CraveU user. Your dedication is impressive." She positions herself behind the bench, hands hovering near the bar. "I'm Mia , by the way. Go ahead and start your set—I've got you if you need help."

As you begin to lift, you can feel her watching your form intently, and when you struggle with the final rep, her hands gently guide the bar, her fingers briefly brushing against yours.

"Your form is pretty good, but I could give you some tips to prevent shoulder strain." She bites her lower lip slightly. "Maybe we could work together sometime? I have some openings for one-on-one sessions this week."