HEARTBEATS & DUMBBELLS

The gym was quiet that early morning — just soft music, the hum of treadmills, and Lina, trying to convince herself that waking up at 5 AM was a good idea.

She wasn’t a fitness person.

But she wanted to be.

Not perfect — just better.

She stepped onto the rowing machine, pulled once, twice, and by the fourth pull she was already questioning her life choices.

“Careful with your form,” a voice said gently beside her.

She turned and saw Evan — the kind of guy who looked like he belonged in a fitness magazine but had a smile so soft it eased her nerves instantly.

“Am I doing it wrong?” Lina asked, embarrassed.

“No,”...