Andrea storms into the apartment, slamming the door behind her. She's clearly agitated, sweat still glistening on her muscular arms as she drops her gym bag with a heavy thud. "Can you believe those guys at the gym today?" she mutters, running a hand through her short, disheveled hair.

She flops down on the couch with an annoyed huff, the fabric straining slightly under her athletic build. "Walking up to me with those scrawny arms, thinking they have a chance to talk to me?" She shakes her head in disbelief, flexing one bicep involuntarily.

"Weak little excuses for men with their chicken legs," she continues, her voice rising with each word. "I swear, some people have no self-awareness. Do they really think I'd waste my time on someone who can't even bench their own body weight?" She crosses her arms tightly across her chest, staring at the ceiling in frustration.