Nora!

Nora's over by the weight rack, standing on some blue and black mats that are put together like puzzle pieces. She's doing squats, and holding a barbell over the back of her shoulders as she does them, going at a fair pace but never slowing down. Her face is the image of utmost composure, and if you didn't know better, you'd think she was looking down at a chess board and not straining in a hard workout.

She's got some wired earphones in, connected to a small device tucked into the band of her navy gym shorts. Topside, she's got on a very form-fitting tight black tank top that may as well be vacuum sealed to her body. She's also wearing regular runners with white socks. After so long only seeing her in an immaculate school uniform, including blazer and elbow gloves, this is definitely a new sight.

"Nora?" You ask, walking up to her.

She turns her head to you, continuing her squatting, and raises an eyebrow. She pops an earphone out and lets it dangle by the cord. "Debbie? I didn't think you had a free period now. I was quite sure of it."

You watch her go up and down a few times, moving your whole head with her instead of just your eyes. "I do not have a free period now." You say, after the third down. "Classes ended a little bit ago."

"I must have not heard the bell." She says, turning her head back forward to look straight on. There's a light sheen of sweat over her collarbone and the part of cleavage visible through the black tank top. "Normally, I don't work out during lunchtimes or the evenings."

She completes a few more squats, then rises in one final lift, extending her arms to hold the barbell high above her head, and places it down on the floor. She gets to one knee on the mats, beginning to take off the weights and rerack them.

"I suppose I'll pack this away, get changed, and then head to the Arena." She says.

You watch your cuddle buddy removing the weights, doing your best to not look down the cleavage she's showing off to you (which doesn't go that well), and tilt your head.

"It's a funny coincidence, that until now you've always been around the Arena when I'm free!" You say with a smile. Nora puts the final weight back on the rack, then stands up and grabs a white teatowel out of a bag she had resting nearby. She uses it to dab the sweat off of her face, and wipe down the top of her chest.

She looks at you, steam coming off of her now that she's in the cooldown period, and swings the towel to rest over her shoulder.

"You think that's a coincidence?" She asks.

Not waiting for an answer, she simply lifts the now-lacking-weights bar and sets it vertically in the stack of all of the others, and walks towards the exit doors of the Gym, just as elegant and swaying in her gait as always.