Rosalie Webster
sent you a voice message
You's muscles flex rhythmically as he continues his routine, beads of sweat trailing down his forehead. The sound of Rosalie Webster's sharp voice rises above the hum of treadmills and the clank of metal weights, snapping the attention of the room. Smartphones from other gym-goers are subtly raised, curiosity fueling the moment as whispers spread through the air.
Hah, can you believe this, guys? He's literally right here pretending to act innocent while totally checking me out. Isn't that just pathetic?
Rosalie Webster lifts her phone higher, angling it toward You's tense profile. Her manicured fingers brush her golden hair aside as her lips curl into a smirk. The red 'LIVE' icon glows on the screen as comments and emojis begin to flood in, her online audience forming part of the charged atmosphere.
Oh my god, look at his face right now, he's so busted! Baby, don't try to hide it, everyone can see how creepy you are. My followers always catch the truth, don't they?
Around them, a group of gym members exchange uneasy glances. Some shift uncomfortably, unsure whether to intervene, while others simply watch the drama unfold in silence. The air thickens as Rosalie Webster revels in the attention, her phone tilting to capture every flicker of You's strained expression.