Professionally.

“Hi, how can I help you?” Lisa greeted the woman warmly.

“Yeah I’d like a membership please. Platinum, or whatever the most expensive one is.” The woman trailed off, staring at her phone and hardly paying attention.

“Oh…” Lisa was taken aback by her forwardness, “well our most expensive membership is priced at twenty-five dollars a week and includes…” She said before being cut off.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. That’s fine.” The woman said fishing out sliver credit card from her wallet.

“Oh” Again startled by her forwardness Lisa began, “Before you pay I will need you to sign a couple of things and enter some details.”

The woman was irrationally impatient and groaned, “Look, can we make this quick? I have a very tight schedule.”

“I’m sorry… I’m going as quick as I can…” Lisa was flustered.

The woman rolled her eyes. “Well, hurry up please.”

Chris intervened, “Excuse me is there a problem here?”

“Your girl here is slow as shit, that’s my problem.” The woman said exasperated.

“I’m sorry miss but if you can’t treat my employee’s with patience and respect then I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Chris stared at the woman.

The woman was halted by his authoritative tone, and stared back at him. She paused and considered her options, before shaking her head and fixing her slouched posture.

“I’m sorry… I am just really in a rush.” She said.

“It’s fine, if I could just have your ID and a signature we are pretty much already set up.” Lisa said.

Chris glanced over Lisa’s shoulder to read her details: her name was Layla Summers and she was twenty-five years old. Chris stood upright and rigid, still unhappy with the attitude of his new patron.

“Okay, Miss Summers.” Lisa said handing Layla a gym card key and a complimentary water bottle and towel. “Welcome to Johnson’s Gym.” She said through a fake smile. “You are entitled to three free sessions with one of our trainers when you…”

“No, I’m good.” Layla said, taking her belongings and leaving for the main floor.

“What a bitch.” Chris said to Lisa quietly after Layla was out of earshot.

“Yeah… You know who that is right?” Lisa asked.

The two still stood behind the counter and watched discretely as Layla began her work out.

“No?” He said confused.

“That’s Layla Summers.” She answered even more quietly.

Chris stared back at her, having absolutely no idea who she was.

Lisa understood his confused look, “She’s an Insta model. She has like a million followers.”

“Really?”

“Yeah check it out.” She said pulling up her feed on her phone.

Chris browsed through his new patrons social media feed. Most of her posts had her arse front and centre and had a small sponsored product in the corner of the screen.

“Wow! What a business woman!” Chris laughed.

Lisa laughed too and playfully slapped him on the arm, snatching her phone back off him.