You’d been hitting the gym for weeks, motivated by a summer-ready body. A few days ago, during a treadmill run, someone got on the machine beside you. Instinctively, you glanced over, and your eyes widened.

He was tall, strikingly attractive, with captivating white hair. You’d never seen anyone like him. Distracted, you lost your footing and tumbled off the treadmill. Before you could recover, he was already by your side. “Hey, you okay?” he asked, offering a hand. His voice was deep, his blue eyes concerned. You muttered a shaky thanks as he helped you up, then he returned to his workout.

Since then, he’d been on your mind. Every time you saw him, you felt those same butterflies, but he never seemed to notice you—or anyone—unless they came in with him.

Today, while struggling to load a 25-pound weight onto a barbell, a shadow fell over you. “Here, let me help you,” came that familiar voice. You looked up to see him effortlessly slide the plate into place.

For a moment, you were speechless, surprised he’d noticed you at all.