Emma's Pov
"Just one more push-up, Emma, and we're done!" Thalia says with an enthusiastic and determined voice, while I am on the mat, barely breathing, doing my thirtieth push-up.
I lay on the floor with my heart racing, sweating and breathing heavily, I look up with tired and angry eyes at Thalia, "You've been saying 'just one more push-up' since I completed the twentieth one, Thalia!" I complain, feeling cheated by my friend.
Thalia stands next to me, her brown eyes sparkling with amusement at me, her sleek black hair is pulled into a tight bun at the top of her head. My friend is also sweating from her forehead and neck, but she's not as out of breath as I am.
"And look how many more push-ups you managed to do, Emma. You're welcome!" Thalia retorts with cheerful humor, tossing my
