All three of them turned toward the voice.
Two women stood about fifteen feet away, near the free weight section.
The one in front had her arms crossed and her stance wide.
She was tall, maybe five-eight, built in a way that made it hard not to look twice. Dark purple sports bra, black high-waisted leggings that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Dark wavy hair past her shoulders, full lips, eyes locked directly on Kelvin. Sharp and unreadable.
Above her head: [70/100].
The second woman stood a few steps behind her. Shorter, leaner, quieter about it.
White sports bra, grey fitted leggings, blonde hair pulled back in a high ponytail.
Her hands were loosely clasped in front of her, her whole posture easy and calm.
Above her head: [65/100].
Kelvin's face went blank for half a second.
Then, quietly, almost to himself: "Holy shit."
Liam glanced at him. "Who are they?"
