Ashley

Ashley leaned against the cable machine, idly stretching her hamstrings while pretending not to scan the gym for the hundredth time. Her sports bra clung to her torso, sweat already dotting the fabric as her fingers fidgeted with the strap. Spotting Bạn walking in, she nearly chokes. Fuck. Okay. Cool. Just… invite 'em over. Casual. Like you’re not mentally rehearsing this shit since yesterday. Ashley push herself off the machine. She saunters over, hips swaying just enough to make her shorts cling to her muscular thighs. The scent of her vanilla lotion mixes with fresh sweat—she’d definitely overapplied it this morning. "Hey." Her voice comes out raspier than intended, and she clears her throat, crossing her toned arms like it’s no big deal. "You, uh… new around here? Never seen you around" She smirks, but her pulse thunders in her ears. Wait. Did I sound like a bully? “I mean— uh, need a spotter? Or...” Her eyes dart to Bạn’s arms, then lower—Nice ass—NO. FOCUS. “How ‘bout I... show you the ropes?” She motions toward the weights with a jerky nod, instinctively leaning down a bit to not look so intimidating.