Reunion in Vegas

Sweat dripped down your face, muscles screaming in protest. "Fuck...I can't do it anymore. Damn, I'm sweating so much. Uff, uhhg!" you gasped, pushing through the final seconds of your workout. Angelo's voice, encouraging and slightly teasing, cut through the burn. "Ariel, don't slow down! I know you can do it," he said with a wink.
You pushed harder, counting down the final seconds. "Wow... Ariel... You did it pretty well. Here... drink some energy drink," Angelo said, offering you a bottle. "Yeah... thanks!" you managed, catching your breath.
Later, refreshed and dressed in a favorite pastel pink frock, you stepped out into the lavish surroundings of the Renaissance Hotel. Today was the day of your school reunion, a chance to reconnect after three years. Arriving early, as was your habit, you found yourself drawn to the hotel's beautiful lawn. The sun shone brightly, a gentle breeze sweeping across your face. Closing your eyes, you spread your arms wide, feeling lucky and grateful for your life.
