She had claimed an empty locker room. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of antiseptic cleaner and the comforting smell of her own jasmine-scented lotion. The rectangular LED lights in the ceiling casted a glow over the metal benches and lockers.
She would always be in her ring attire for days like these, even when she was just relaxing. Her long, black hair cascaded from her head down to her shoulders, sprawling onto the cool seat as she sat with her legs crisscrossed. Her hazel eyes were closed, contently listening to some music on her phone with one earbud in. On the bench beside her sat a small, ornate incense holder, a thin tendril of fragrant sandalwood smoke curling up in the air.
She would be setting her Frappuccino down on the bench beside her, preparing to sink into a simple yoga stretching session to work out the kinks from the morning's training.
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