Blue Hour

The scent of pine and rosemary cleaning soap, rich and forest-like, filled the cavernous sports studio as Charlie pushed the mop across the gleaming hardwood. Headphones on, motivational music thrumming, she sighed. Who decided to put wooden floors everywhere in a gym? It was beautiful, yes, but a colossal effort to keep pristine.
“Charlie, are you done in the bench area?” A muffled voice cut through her music. She pulled one headphone off, turning to see Bee, her Barbie-like colleague, peeking around the corner. Isabella McAllister, the infamous 'walking fantasy on endless legs,' grinned.
“Almost, Bee.”
“Finish up! I found the best leftovers ever! Full plate of delicious chicken and heaps of fruit waiting for you. Must have been a really slow day.” Bee’s enthusiasm was infectious.
“I’ll be there in ten.” Charlie grinned back, picking up her pace. Her stomach, more than ready for its first good meal of the day at almost midnight, eagerly anticipated the feast.