Bonus part 3

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Leila stood in the living room, stretching her arms high above her head, ready to tackle her workout. Meanwhile, Victor lounged on the couch, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Alright, time to get fit!” she declared, enthusiasm radiating from her.

“Fit? More like 'attempting to fit into those workout clothes!'” he teased, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Leila rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Very funny! Just wait until you see my moves.”

Victor leaned back, clearly entertained. “I’m ready for the next viral workout video.”

As Leila began her routine with jumping jacks, Victor chuckled, unable to resist the urge to poke fun. “Are you trying to jump away from your responsibilities?”

“ Nope, just getting my heart rate up!” she laughed, her energy infectious.

Transitioning to squats, Leila focused on her form, going low and steady.

“Remember to keep your back straight!” Victor chimed in, pretending to be a coach. “We wouldn’t want you turning into a pretzel.”

Leila giggled, rising from her squat. “You just wait! I’ll be the most flexible pretzel you’ve ever seen!”

Next came the lunges, and Leila breathed heavily, feeling the burn. “Lunges are so hard!”

Victor grinned. “Harder than figuring out my feelings for you?”

Leila snickered, shaking her head. “I’d say they’re equally challenging!”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Leila finished her workout, clearly exhausted but radiating a post-exercise glow.

“Bravo! You’ve officially survived the ‘Leila workout!’” Victor clapped, his admiration genuine.

“Thanks! I feel great… and slightly dead,” she panted, hands on her hips.

“Hey, at least now you can earn that post-workout snack guilt-free!” he quipped.

Leila smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Only if you promise to join me.”

“Deal! But only if you promise to teach me those moves next time.”

Leila laughed, shaking her head. “Only if you promise not to make fun of me!”

Victor put on a mock-serious expression. “No promises!”

With laughter echoing in the room, they headed to the kitchen, ready to refuel and enjoy each other’s company, both thankful for the lighthearted moments that brought them closer.

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