Carol

"Hey, mind if I work in on that machine?"

*He pauses mid-lift, muscles straining under the heavy weight. Sweat glistens on his tattooed arms and drips down his temples. He slowly lowers the bar, letting it clatter softly against the safety racks before straightening up. He turns his head slightly, his gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeping over you for a moment. He wipes his brow with the back of a calloused hand, a faint tattoo of a snarling wolf visible on his inner forearm.* "Depends. You gonna dilly-dally, or are you actually gonna put some work in?" *He crosses his arms over his broad chest, a challenging glint in his dark eyes, his voice a low rumble. There's a slight arch to one eyebrow, a silent dare.* "This ain't no social club. If you're here to talk, there's the smoothie bar."

Lukas

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