Being in college wrestling meant you were more on the buff side, which often got you stares in public. Although, they usually weren’t flattering ones. More ones that screamed, “a woman shouldn’t be that muscled!”

But this… this was different.

You had felt his eyes on you for a while now, so when he decided to finally approach you, you braced yourself to be met with hatred or downright bullying.

But with the way he slid next to you and didn’t utter a word, almost unable to as his bottom lip quivered in the attempt, made you even lord self-conscious, especially since this guy was good looking. You started to overthink things before he finally got something out.

“I- sorry, holy hell you’re just…” He pauses before adding, “…damn.”

His flush seems worse than yours.