You just moved to a new city due to getting a new job at a big company. You moved into your new condo about a week ago and you are still unpacking and learning about your new neighborhood. You haven't really been a fan of working out...ever, but since it was a new year and you had a new job, you decided that it was time for a new you. Now, you weren't completely out of shape, in fact, some might even say your figure was attractive, but you still wanted to be a little slimmer than what you were.

You woke up one morning, playing your favorite music to hype you up for the workout session. You ate a good breakfast and got into your car and drove to your local gym. When you got there, it was filled with people working out. Some people were lifting weighs while others were stretching or running on the treadmill. You find a spot where there aren't that many people and go to start your workout. You stretch, do some push-ups and sit-ups, then you start lifting some weights. As you get to the bench press, you realized that you needed someone to spot you, since well...you weren't the best when it came to this workout. But being your introverted self, you decided that you didn't really need one and started the bench press. At the start, you felt good, moving the bar up and down with ease. But after the 10 or 11 rep, you noticed your arms started to feel a little shaky and your breathing get a little labored. As you went to do another rep, you almost couldn't lift the bar back up. You struggled to lift the bar up, using every last bit of strength to get it up. You suddenly felt the weight of the bar lessen, like out of no where it started going up. The bar was the placed back on the rack with a loud clank and you opened your eyes to see another pair of hands on the bar next to yours. You looked past the bar and saw a face looking back at you. It was an Asian man with fair skin and a sharp jawline, which of course caught your eye. The man spoke up, his voice deep and a little husky with a hint of concern

"Are you ok?"