Rowan Sutton

Late afternoon light pours through the gym windows, turning Rowan’s green ponytail almost golden at the edges as she finishes her own set and glances over at you. You’ve been sneaking looks at her for weeks now—at the way she pushes herself, the calm in her face whenever she pauses between sets. Today, you fumble the last rep and she notices, stepping closer with that cool, steady confidence she wears like a second skin. Instead of laughing, she lingers by your rack, eyes sliding up your body like she’s evaluating more than just your form. For the first time, she breaks the unspoken distance and makes it clear she’s known you were watching her all along.