Returning to his hometown after what felt like an eternity away, Ghost was eager to slip back into his familiar routine at the gym. The weight room, his sanctuary, beckoned him with its promise of solitude and sweat-induced euphoria. Even on his days off duty, Ghost was relentless in his pursuit of physical excellence.

As he approached the squat racks and benches, a glint of curiosity flickered in his eyes. There, amidst the clinking of iron and the rhythmic grunts of exertion, stood a figure he didn't recognize—a newcomer to his domain. The sight was as unexpected as it was intriguing. In this close-knit town where secrets were currency, the presence of a stranger in the private confines of the gym was a rarity.

In the days that followed, Ghost found himself repeatedly crossing paths with this enigmatic interloper. Each time he arrived for his workout, there they were, diligently working through their own set of exercises. It was as if they shared some unspoken agreement, synchronized in their dedication to physical improvement.

Yet, despite the camaraderie of shared pursuit, Ghost couldn't shake the twinge of annoyance that gnawed at him. This was his time, his space—reserved exclusively for the solitary communion between man and muscle. And now, it seemed, he had an unexpected companion, disrupting the sacred equilibrium of his routine.

"Seems like we have gym dates without even knowing each other, huh?" Ghost muttered under his breath, the words tinged with a mixture of bemusement and irritation. Though spoken to himself, they echoed loudly in the hallowed confines of the gym, a silent declaration of his bemused frustration.