Becca breathed in the chilly morning air as she jogged up the concrete steps leading to the front doors of her gym. The building’s shape reminded her of an Aztec step pyramid, looming against the dark purple sky. Like the temple of an ancient primal deity.

    GRANITE, god of the grind.

    She was taking the stairs two at a time this morning. The spring in her step seemed to intensify whenever she thought about her newest client. This one was a gem.