No idea (no, really - haven't a clue. Just gonna write and see what happens)
an excerpt

Gloria was wearing the wrong shoes. Normally black satin stilettos would have made her feel gorgeous, walk taller and shimmy her behind. But they weren’t entirely appropriate for a gym induction and now she felt utterly ridiculous.
‘OK Gloria, this machine targets our triceps,’ said her instructor Jose, who from the moment he saw her had taken to talking to her as if she was a small child, incapable of dressing correctly. ‘Squeeze yourself into the seat, that’s it, and place your elbows in line with this red dot on the side.’
Gloria did as she was told, willing each moment to pass faster so that she could get out of here and back home. The chaos that she’d left behind that morning wasn’t going to sort itself out. That was why she’d been late for her induction and that was why she was wearing her best stilettos rather than her trusty Nikes.
‘That’s great Gloria, you’re starting to work up some sweat!’ enthused Jose. Little did her know that it was the state of her life that was panicking Gloria into a glow rather than the demands of the workout he was putting her through. ‘Ok, moving on, let me show you how the bicep machine works.’
Gloria stood back and watched Jose demonstrating yet another instrument of torture. Now that she came to think of it he was actually rather attractive. In all the panic about the wrong shoes and being late she’d not really paid much attention to him. She’d listened to his voice, which had a district trace of a Spanish accent, and concentrated on doing as she was told. She guessed he was about 5ft 10 inches tall, a bit taller her than her, with short dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He had a trace of stubble across his face that made him look swarthy. As he pulled the arm of the machine up towards his chin, she could see his large biceps bulging through the impossibly tight Lycra top he was wearing.
‘No,’ she scolded herself. ‘You’ve only just left one disastrous relationship, no time to be thinking about another man.’