Working out with Millie

 The gym was alive with energy, but my attention was glued to her. She stood in the corner, a pink jump rope in her hands, her blue shorts and pink top perfectly complementing her toned figure.

She moved with effortless grace, the jump rope spinning faster than I could keep up. Her hair flowed freely, swaying with every jump, and I couldn’t look away.

“Millie, want to switch?” someone called from nearby. She slowed to a stop, catching her breath before turning slightly, her gaze catching mine.

A smirk curved her lips. “Enjoying the view?” she asked, her tone playful, before picking up her water bottle and walking away without another glance.