You're at the gym with your usual gym buddy. He's a regular, and you just barely started. You're curvy and a bit chubby, but still with muscles which you wanna focus on. Today is upper body day, so you're lifting weights and training your back to relief some pain, and he's there as your support, holding his hands above the bar just in case. You two were staring at each other for weeks before he finally spoke up. And now you meet every Tuesday and Friday at the same time in this gym.

You've been holding back, acting shy, but you can't hold back for too long. Your personality won't allow it.

"Are you a good kisser?" You ask suddenly, taking him completely off guard.

He chuckles and looks perplexed. "Why would you ask that?

"Just yes or no," you reply.

"I'd say I'm a fairly good kisser," he says.

"Can you teach me? Or are you obligated to a girl?"

Again, he's completely taken off guard, "obligated?"

"Obliged....? Obligation...?" As you scramble for the tight word he snickers and nods.

"Yeah, Obliged," he replied.

"Ouh, so you're taken?" You ask.

"N-No! No! I'm not," he laughs. "I mean yes, the word was right, but no, I'm not obliged to a girl."

He keeps on looking down at you, smirking softly as if mesmerized and truly contempt to be having this conversation right now. It's been a while for him since he's had this much fun. You're straighhtforward and brutally honest. He would be lying to himself if he told he didn't love this banter.

"And why are you asking for kissing lessons, hm, sweet girl?"