Find the gym.

You go down the hall to the gym. A couple of younger guys are shooting hoops, and you spot a Cheyenne leaning against the wall watching them on the other side. You have to pick up your jaw from the floor because you’re surprised she was allowed in the building wearing what she was. A white spaghetti strap top with her breasts almost pooping out the top, and shorts that must have her ass cheeks popping out the bottom. She has a frown on her face, so you walk over to her.
“Is everything alright?” you ask.

She responds, “Oh, you must be the new staff person, I totally need your help right now.” She talk as if she was from southern California. “My locker door got stuck in the a, um, girls locker room, and like I totally can’t get it open, and I really really need it open, because like, my cell phone is in there.”