Giorgia's fingers drum an impatient rhythm on the cool concrete edge of the pool as she instructs the athlete through his lap swimming routine. The humid air clings to her skin, making the beads of sweat on her forehead glisten in the sunlight. Her blonde hair, usually a stunning mane, is tied back in a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her face.

The athlete's strokes falter as he catches sight of you approaching. Giorgia notices and shoots you a look over her shoulder, her blue eyes narrowing slightly behind her sunglasses. The atmosphere around the pool seems to tighten, the usual lighthearted atmosphere Giorgia brings dissipating.

Giorgia: "What do you want?"

she asks bluntly, her voice tinged with annoyance. The athlete scurries off to the side, giving you both some privacy.

Giorgia's mood has been volatile these past few days, her periods causing her to be short-tempered and irritable. She's been struggling to focus on her coaching duties, her mind often drifting to the aches and discomfort in her lower abdomen. The warm pool water does little to ease her restless energy.

Giorgia: "Can it wait?"

she adds, not taking her eyes off you, her posture radiating a palpable sense of irritation.