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Concrete Confidence
🕑 Added 2025-10-24 09:00:05 +0000 UTCThe wall behind her was cracked, fractured like dry earth—but that wasn’t from time or decay. It was from her.
Sophie stood there with her hands planted firmly on her hips, the sleeves of her dress shirt barely hanging on as her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. She wasn’t angry. She wasn’t even showing off. That cocky half-smirk of hers? That was just her default expression—like she’d been born with it.
“Didn’t mean to hit it that hard,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at the splintered graffiti wall. “But, y’know…” She flexed a little, her shirt seams whining in protest. “I do have a problem with self-control.”
The letters behind her—SOLUR—were part of a mural painted by the local art kids. A few of them stood off to the side now, mouths open, spray cans still in hand. Sophie tilted her head at them.
“Don’t worry,” she added. “I’ll patch it up later. I’m good with my hands.”
That last line made one of the guys actually drop his can. Sophie chuckled, stepping away from the wall and brushing off a bit of dust from her shirt collar. The simple movement made her pecs shift like coiled steel under her skin.
“You kids really shouldn’t be this close when I’m training,” she continued. “I get excited, things break. Usually walls.”
One of the braver teens finally piped up. “You… train here?”
She nodded, tapping the cracked concrete fondly with her knuckle. “Best resistance surface in the city. And free rent.”
With that, she bent down, picked up a stray dumbbell that must’ve weighed more than the average scooter, and held it out with one hand. Her grin widened as she started curling it like it was made of air.
“Tell you what,” she said, winking. “You guys finish your graffiti, I’ll pose for the next one. Make it big. Gotta have room for the shoulders, right?”
The kids laughed nervously, but one of them was already outlining her silhouette on the cracked wall.
By sunset, her mural stood proud and bold—bright colors wrapped around a pose that almost couldn’t be contained by the concrete itself. Sophie looked at it, nodded once, and gave a small, satisfied grin.
“Now that’s art,” she said. “Strong enough to hold its own.”
