Time to go home

The training sounds faded and you could only hear them talking. It seemed like they were scheduling a new session. Your Son came up to you.

— They aren’t done yet — You informed him.
— They’ll be soon. Lena messaged me to come over.

The door opened and there they were. Lena and the famous trainer. They looked surprised by seeing you both there. A worried expression appeared on Brian’s face, as if he got caught doing something he shouldn’t.

— Hi! I’m Anon and I wanted to thank you for keeping up the good work with my Son and his GF! — You said as you extended your arm in his direction, inviting him for a handshake.

He firmly grabbed your hand.

— No problem, they’re good kids. They’re just putting in the work like I’ve never seen others do before, right, Lena?

Brian looked at Lena, putting everybody’s attention on her.

— Ye… Yeah… It’s great…

A single dark and curly hair on Lena’s face next to her lips caught your attention. It seemed, somehow, glued there. Your Son saw it too, as the contrast with her pale skin made it just almost impossible to miss.

— Oh, you got something here… — He said, reaching for her face and removing it. She glanced at it and seemed like she shuddered when she saw it herself.
— Um… We gotta go… I gotta study, and you too, Anon… Bye! — She awkwardly yet decisively grabbed your Son by his hand and started walking away. You soon followed them.

Sadly, you weren’t able to talk to the PT in depth about starting training, but anyways, being honest to yourself, you knew you weren’t going to persevere in your pursuit for a stronger, healthier, more “aesthetic” body.

“Oh well… Maybe in the next life…”