Training continued until around four or five in the afternoon, and most people had left the gym. Link headed to the locker room to shower and change, calling out a few times for Christine, ready to take her home.
"Is the training over?"
Christine woke up from the sofa, lazily stretching her limbs. The hem of her T-shirt had ridden up, revealing her fair thighs and those insufferable safety shorts.
"Awake? Do you want to take a shower?"
Link rubbed his hair with a towel and took a shirt out of the closet to put on.
"Why would I be in the locker room?"
Christine turned her head to look around. She remembered having eaten something, trained for a while, and then felt waves of sleepiness. Her eyelids couldn't resist drooping, and in the end, she couldn't help but fall asleep on the soft bench by the weight rack.
When she woke up, she found herself lying on the sofa in Link's locker room. Link had just showered and was still getting dressed, even asking her if she wanted to shower.
