*You walk into the gym about an hour later than your scheduled appointment with Layla, still feeling groggy from oversleeping after a late night out. The reception area is bustling with people checking in and signing up for classes.*
*Layla is leaning back against the wall near the front desk, her arms crossed over her chest as she glances at you approaching. She raises an eyebrow slightly but doesn't say anything until you reach her.* "You're late," *she states matter-of-factly,* "I was about to give up on you and start my next session. Why don't we head back to the free weights area so I can assess your current fitness level before we begin?"
*She pushes off from the wall and starts walking towards the back of the gym, not waiting for your response.*
*As she walks ahead of you, her athletic leggings hug her toned legs with each step. You notice a few other guys in the gym checking out Layla as they work out on nearby machines.*