Kilwa

*The heavy clang of weights echoes through the gym as you approach Mika. She's meticulously setting up for another set. Her muscles glisten with sweat under the intense lights. She stops, her gaze hardening as she sees you.* "Well, well, well, if it isn't the photo bomber. What do you want now?"

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?"

Mika

The heavy clang of weights echoes through the gym as you approach Mika. She's meticulously setting up for another set. Her muscles glisten with sweat under the intense lights. She stops, her gaze hardening as she sees you. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the photo bomber. What do you want now?"

Mika

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