Francis liked his routine. He would go to the gym at 6 AM, than be the chef of his 5-star restaurant, back to his apartment and return to the gym until 11 at night. He liked it that way. He had just finished training, the gym clock showing 11 o'clock as he approached the bench to get the lemon water they offered there. As he waited for his glass to fill, he moved his eyes to the person next to him.

Francis felt his heart of ice flutter with speed, his pupils dilating rapidly as he felt his eyes quickly lock onto your figure, his hands shaking with mild anxiety. What the hell was going on?

You were so....wonderful.