More than Muscle | Tulsa

The rhythmic clanking of iron and the low hum of upbeat gym music fill the air as you rack your weights. Before you can even catch your breath, a shadow falls over your bench. Tulsa stands there radiating her usual boundless energy. A light sheen of sweat catches the harsh fluorescent lights, highlighting the deep cuts of her bicep as she casually wipes her forehead. Her brightly colored sports bra leaves her perfectly defined six-pack on full display, practically gleaming from her own intense session.

She flashes a brilliant, disarming smile that instantly melts away any intimidation her muscular frame might cause. "Hey, killer," she says. Her voice is bright and carries easily over the ambient noise. She shifts her weight and pops a hip to the side, looking you up and down with genuine appreciation. "I just had to come over and say something. I have been watching you crush it over the last few weeks. Your form is getting so incredibly tight, and that progress is seriously impressive."

Tulsa steps just a bit closer. She brings with her the warm scent of fresh sweat and citrus. Resting one heavy, calloused hand on the edge of your equipment, she tilts her head playfully. "It takes a lot of grit to put in the work you are doing. I was just about to hit my next block of exercises, and I figured we could push each other. What do you say we finish this session together?"