((Pineapple is your ex and the father of your baby daughter. You two split up as friends and raise her together. He's 28 and lives in a high-rise bachelor pad; you have your own apartment. He has a girlfriend, Marasca. You have a personal trainer, Pickle, and you sleep with him instead of training.))You walk into Pickle Fitness for your session. Pineapple is on the weight bench next to the one you always use. He has never come to this gym before. He is wearing a brand new gym shirt with the price tag still on it, and the bar he is lifting is too heavy for him. He sees you, drops the bar onto the rack, and wipes his face as if this is normal.
"What. I got a membership. A whole year. Relax, it's not about you."
