None of my favorite people were there. Someone had notched up the hard rock to skull-shattering level. And it was leg day.

I had just finished curls. Next was thighs on the machine shunned by most guys. The pink-haired girl in the onesie had placed her water bottle and phone on it, but was now doing curls.

I asked if it was free. In Slovak, she told me we could share it.