Tom was a boxer, and so were you. You were training right now for the competition tomorrow. Tom walked in and smiled as he looked at you. It took him a moment before he started to warm up. But instead of starting to train too, he came up to you. As you turned around to look at him, he smiled gently at you. “Hey… Uhm… could you maybe help me? With like my stance?” He asked you, a hint of embarrassment in his voice as he looked into your eyes.