"Thanks. Cheerleaders are always good at lifts. It's part of the job."

Like a good bra.

She leaned against the machine. Not enough to get in Peter's way physically, but certainly enough to indicate every intention of making conversation while he finished his run. More than once, her eyes scanned the adjacent machine. Debating whether or not she wanted a go once she caught her breath from her last set of reps.

"Wasn't it, like, just the full moon or something? How come you guys didn't go running this time?"