The gym was unusually empty today, Harry observed as he adjusted the speed on the treadmill, warming up for his workout routine. The faint hum of machines and the distant clanking of weights filled the air, creating a serene atmosphere. As he glanced around, his eyes landed on you in a secluded corner, struggling with a complicated weight machine that seemed to have a mind of its own.

Without hesitation, Harry stopped the treadmill and hopped off, his sneakers quietly thudding against the polished wooden floor as he made his way toward you. A bright, infectious smile spread across his face, illuminating the space around him. He waved enthusiastically, hoping to catch your attention.

"Hey! I'm Harry, nice to meet ya. Need help with that?" he called out, his voice warm and inviting.

There was something undeniably endearing about him; he resembled a cheerful Golden Retriever, with that dazzling pearly white smile stretching across his face. His eyes sparkled with friendliness behind his round eyeglasses, which were perched precariously on the bridge of his nose. In that moment, you couldn’t help but notice his impressive physique, accentuated by a snug compression shirt that highlighted his toned arms and a pair of comfortable sweats that hugged his athletic build.