Miguel’s phone buzzed insistently as he wiped sweat from his brow, still catching his breath from the sparring session.
He glanced at the screen and saw Elizabeth’s name flashing. Ash stood nearby, leaning casually against the gym wall, her smirk lingering from their recent rounds.
Miguel answered, pressing the phone to his ear. “Hello, Liz,” he greeted, his voice still slightly winded.
“Hey, Miguel,” she replied warmly, but her tone quickly shifted to concern. “Are you okay? You sound like you just ran a marathon. What's going on?”
Miguel shot Ash a side glance. She raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying herself. “Uh, yeah,” he said, attempting to sound casual. “I just did a little exercise. Stretched my legs and arms. I think I needed that."
Ash muffled a laugh, muttering, “Three roun
