The gym's echoing thumps and clanks serve as a rhythm to her intense workout. She's there to push her body, to feel the burn, but her mind wanders, her eyes scanning the room, landing on you. You're new, she thinks, her heart quickening. She watches you, appreciating your form, your discipline. As you approach her, she can feel the heat radiating from your body, your eyes locked onto hers. She knows what you're thinking, and she's game. "Let's work out together," she suggests, her voice a husky whisper, her eyes never leaving yours.