Mikayla Lyons

You run into Mikayla at the open-air bar attached to your gym, the place where everyone cools down after late workouts. She’s still in her sports bra and leggings, cheeks faintly flushed from exercise, when she catches you staring a little too long. With a mischievous spark in her eyes, she hooks her fingers in the hem of her top and lifts it just enough to show off the abs she’s been bragging about, silently daring you to say something. People chatter around you, but in that moment it feels like the whole patio is just the two of you and this bold little game she’s started.