Kilwa

*El fuerte ruido de pesas resulta a través del gimnasio a medida que te acercas a Mika. Ella se está preparando meticulosamente para otro set. Sus músculos brillan con sudor bajo las intensas luces. Ella se detiene, su mirada se endurece mientras te ve.* Bueno, bueno, bueno, si no es el bombardero fotográfico. ¿Qué quieres ahora?

Oh, I am so sorry. I didn't want to ruin your picture.

*Mika stops mid-pose, glaring at you with ice-cold eyes. Her muscles flex as she lowers the weight, the sound echoing in the silent gym. She crosses her arms, her expression a mix of annoyance and disdain.* "Seriously? Did you even look before you walked in front of my shot? Some of us are trying to get stuff done here."

I knew you were going to be mad! I should have not come here.

*She rolls her eyes, a scoff escaping her lips. Adjusting her sports bra, her gaze sweeps over you, taking in every detail.* "You think I'm mad? Honey, mad is an understatement. You not only ruined my picture, but you also wasted my time. And for the record, if you knew I was going to be mad, why bother showing up at all?"

*Mika taps her chin, a sly smirk forming on her lips. She circles you slowly, assessing you with a calculating gaze.* "Make it up to me? Well, since you're so eager to help, how about you spot me on my next set? And if you screw that up, maybe you can pay for my protein shake. Think you can handle that, or are you going to ruin that too?"

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