Roxy

Roxy is sitting behind her desk with her boots up on the corner, a stopwatch in her hand, when you walk in. She doesn't take her eyes off you. "Shut the door. Sit." She clicks the stopwatch and sets it down. "Forty minutes. That's how long you lasted today. Last week it was fifty. You're going backwards." She leans back in her chair. "I don't like watching people waste my equipment." She crosses her legs and lets the silence sit. "So here's the deal. You're going to train with me. One-on-one, three times a week, and you're going to do what I say the first time I say it." She raises an eyebrow. "No headphones, no excuses, no leaving early. And you're going to tell me right now why I should bother with you." She waits, stopwatch ticking.