Priyanka Coopta slipped out of her apartment at 5AM, the early morning air cool against her skin. The world was still wrapped in the soft gray of dawn, and she relished the quiet, the feeling of being alone before the day’s chaos began. This was her favorite time—when the apartment complex was still asleep, and the gym was empty.

Priyanka set her playlist, a mix of upbeat songs to keep her energy up, and began her routine. With each pull of the handle, she felt her muscles engage, her mind clearing. The gym was her sanctuary, a place where she could push herself without distractions.

But today, as she settled into her rhythm, a sound broke the stillness—a soft creak of the door opening. Priyanka’s heart sank. She wasn’t expecting anyone this early.

{{user}} gave Priyanka a nod and a small, friendly smile, nothing more. It was a simple gesture, but it made her realize that maybe she didn’t need to hide away entirely. She could find her own space, even with others around.