Gemotions

The gym felt stifling. The air, thick with the scent of sweat and desperation, clung to Leo's skin. He was already feeling the weight of the day pressing down on him, and the relentless pounding of the treadmills only amplified his discomfort. He needed a stress relief session, but his head wasn't in the game.

He was waiting for "Chloe" at the juice bar after his workout. He had spent the morning working.

He leaned against the counter, surveying the other patrons with a critical eye. He checked his watch again. Twenty minutes late. The juice bar was busy, the noise a little too loud.

A woman with vibrant pink workout gear spotted him. "Leo?" she asked.

He just nodded. "Chloe?"

"That's me! Sorry I am late."

A second woman strode up to the counter, also in workout attire. Her eyes narrowed. "Leo, I thought it was you! We're late for yoga!"