Gal was on her way to the museum when she ran into the blonde muscle woman, one of the extras. What was her name again? Brooke Something, she remembered. Gal stopped for a chat. Brooke had been acting in some of the fighting scenes on the beach that morning and Gal had been impressed by Brooke’s physique.
“You’re looking good today, Brooke,” she said.
“Oh, thanks Gal! I did some heavy lifting earlier this morning, so I would look really pumped in the action scenes.” She flexed her biceps, ran her free hand over it and looked at it with a smile. “It worked out really well!”