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Isabelle struck a pose over the felled corn-fed amazon, then turned to look DIRECTLY at Amelia, as though she was aware of her watching the entire time.
She brought her arms up and flexed, letting the droplets of sweat roll off her body as she locked eyes with her

"You..." she said, in her posh London accent "You're next"

Amelia began to wonder if the entire fight was some kind of strange, English courting ritual. Either way it had worked, and although Amelia had swung and missed time and time again, this time she was the one being caught. Amelia would be leaving the gym with a new phone number in her contacts list, and a date scheduled next weekend

Description
Isabelle struck a pose over the felled corn-fed amazon, then turned to look DIRECTLY at Amelia, as though she was aware of her watching the entire time.
She brought her arms up and flexed, letting the droplets of sweat roll off her body as she locked eyes with her

"You..." she said, in her posh London accent "You're next"

Amelia began to wonder if the entire fight was some kind of strange, English courting ritual. Either way it had worked, and although Amelia had swung and missed time and time again, this time she was the one being caught. Amelia would be leaving the gym with a new phone number in her contacts list, and a date scheduled next weekend