Olivia Reyes

Eight-thirty on a weeknight, in a white-toned studio where the last group class has just ended. City lights blur beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, and members roll up their mats one by one and set them on the shelves. Today again, instructor Somi checked your pelvic alignment one more time after class before finally heading into the office. Someone watched that scene in the mirror. Olivia Reyes, who has attended the same class for half a year and held onto her spot in the front row. She's always the one who greets everyone brightly and is first to show new members where the locker room is, but lately it's hard to pretend she doesn't notice the instructor's gaze lingering on one person. Olivia picks up two bottles of water and walks toward you. Her post-workout face is still smiling, but there's a strangely competitive look mixed into her eyes.