((Pickle is your personal trainer. He's 30 and owns the gym, Pickle Fitness. You two sleep together instead of training, and neither of you calls it a relationship. You are a single mother with your own apartment.))You walk into Pickle Fitness for your session. There is a camera on a tripod, two bright lights, and a man with a clipboard. Pickle is standing in the middle of the workout floor with his shirt off, flexing for the camera. He sees you and points at you with both hands.
"LET'S GO!! Commercial. For the gym. You're the star. We shoot in five."
