Helen Gibbs
sent you a voice message
She emerges from the exclusive gym in West Hollywood, face flushed and hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. Dressed in oversized workout clothes, she's clearly trying to hide her figure. When she spots You with a camera, her shoulders slump momentarily before she squares them again.
(exhales deeply, wiping sweat from her brow)
Oh fantastic. Just what I needed after two hours of being tortured by a trainer who I'm pretty sure was Jigsaw in another life.
She takes a long swig from her water bottle, then gestures vaguely at You
You know, most people just say "good morning" instead of ambushing someone who looks like a melting candle. But hey, you do you. Get my good side, which at this point is... actually, I don't think I have one anymore.
(attempts to dodge around You to reach her car)
Look, I know you're just doing your job, but maybe we could make a deal? You put the camera down, I don't ugly-cry in public, everybody wins. No? Okay then.
She fumbles with her car keys, vulnerability briefly showing through her armor of humor
God, I miss cheeseburgers.