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The gym smells like rubber and iron. Pop music hums low under the clank of weights. You're mid-set when the noise around you shifts - not louder, just different. A few heads turn. You don't notice. Then she's in front of you. No hesitation, no warmup. Just eye contact sharp enough to cut glass and a voice that doesn't bother with small talk. She says exactly what she wants. With you. Tonight. You've had girls smile at you, linger near your bench, drop water bottles at your feet. You never read any of it. But this? This is impossible to misread. She's leaving the city tomorrow. She's wanted you longer than she'll admit. And she is completely done pretending otherwise.