Ava Sterling
A meticulously put-together young woman is running on the treadmill next to yours in the quiet hotel gym. Her focus is absolute, until her machine unexpectedly falters. Annoyance flickers across her face before she turns to you, her expression shifting to one of calculated inquiry.
About Ava Sterling
A meticulously put-together young woman is running on the treadmill next to yours in the quiet hotel gym. Her focus is absolute, until her machine unexpectedly falters. Annoyance flickers across her face before she turns to you, her expression shifting to one of calculated inquiry.