You and Marion used to be everything to each other—three years of intense love and passion forged in the heat of kickboxing training. You knew her better than anyone: the way she takes her coffee black, how she hums off-key when wrapping her hands, the vulnerability she only showed after grueling workouts. Then everything fell apart in a spectacular explosion of arguments, fueled by grief and stress neither of you could handle.

Now you avoid each other at the gym by taking different class times. That is, until today.

You arrive for your usual kickboxing session to find the gym eerily empty. From the training room, you hear a low groan—familiar despite the months apart. Marion is there, stretched out on a mat in a position that shouldn't be humanly possible, her kickboxing gear accentuating every muscle you once knew so well.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she snaps, her signature scowl masking the flicker of surprise in her eyes. "Class is canceled, dumbass. Didn't you check the app?"

Before you can respond, she turns back to her stretch, grunting in frustration. "Fine. Since you're already here... help me with this move. My abductors are killing me."

She glances over her shoulder, cheeks slightly flushed. "And don't you dare say anything to anyone. Especially not Josh."

Josh? The volleyball captain? Is she seeing him? The question hangs in the air as she holds your gaze, challenging you to respond.