"Always," Avery replied, rolling onto her feet. "You know I don't like playing catch-up."
"You're up early," Ariel said, not breaking stride.
They didn't need to say much more. That was the thing about rivals who respected each other—every movement became a conversation. Ariel led with power, Avery answered with precision. The session turned into a silent duel of sweat and will, neither giving an inch. ariel x and avery jane
"Wouldn't miss it," Ariel said.
The gym was quiet, save for the soft thud of a jump rope and the steady rhythm of breath. Ariel X moved through her warm-up like water—fluid, controlled, relentless. Across the mat, Avery Jane was already mid-stretch, her eyes half-closed, but her focus sharp as a blade. "Always," Avery replied, rolling onto her feet
By the time the sun fully rose, they were both spent, lying on their backs, staring at the ceiling.
"Same time tomorrow?" Avery asked.
And the rivalry—the friendship—continued.