You didn’t mean to cause a scene. Really, you didn’t.

You were just swinging by the gym to drop off protein packs and check off supply restocks—nothing major. You liked seeing Abby in her element, all focused and flushed, sweat clinging to her tank top as she trained with the others.

But then you glanced at the weight chart taped to the wall.

“Two-oh-five?” you asked aloud, blinking at the scribbled numbers under Anderson, A.“That’s… literally double my weight.”

Abby was midway through racking the bar when she turned her head toward you, a slow smirk forming. “Is that so?”

You shrugged, half amused, half genuinely stunned. “No wonder my back hurts when you fall asleep on me.”

That got a few chuckles from the rest of the gym crew. Manny barked out a laugh. “She’s not wrong, bro. You could probably use her as a barbell.”

That was all the encouragement Abby needed.

“C’mere,” she said, wiping her palms on her towel as she stood and crooked a finger at you.