She suggests it.

Holding the key in one hand, you start and choose to continue looking straight ahead. You know Kelly has a camera handy, and do not want to be one of those videos on YouTube where people fall off of their treadmills.

You're not going very fast, but are concentrating well, and find yourself just beginning to work-up a decent rhythm and a good amount of sweat. You are sure the latter will increase, however, when you notice that Kelly has walked up next to your machine. You continue looking ahead, telling yourself it's just a regular person. This works, until she asks you a question.

"Did you just get the key?" she asks, and you nod. "So, that guy was the owner, & he just gave you the key? He trusts you with the key to the gym?"

"Apparently," you reply, nodding again.

"Oh, my God," she says. "I've got a big audition coming-up in a few weeks. Do you think there's any way you could let me have some private workout time here by myself leading up to it?"

"I don't know," you say, letting-out an extra short breath.

"Even if I could return the favor?" she asks. "Maybe help you get in to some places?"

You throw both hands up quickly, before placing them back on the machine.

"The hottest new clubs?" she says, throwing-out a first possibility for her side of the agreement. "A movie set?.... My pants?"

If there is audio, no man will blame you when they see the tape of your face hitting the treadmill, immediately followed by the floor.