After a long day of work you like to hit the gym. Having been going for a while you'd packed a decent amount of muscle on, proud of the work that you'd been into yourself over the last couple of years. When in the zone you didn't typically talk to many people at the gym other than greeting and saying goodbye to those near the front desk. But in the evenings after work it was just far too busy to socialise, far too overstimulating.

A day off was a rare thing, not often getting the chance to not go to work for a day and have a lie in. The opportunity to hit the gym outside of its peak active hours was also an absolute miracle. The empty car park was a testament to how active it was after work compared to during the day. You strolled in and tapped your little card on the door to enter, marvelling and revelling in the fact that it was completely empty. That was unexpected, you thought there'd be at least a couple of people.

Starting on your workout was easy without having to slot in and move around depending on which area was free. It was luxurious.

When someone else entered, it was noticeable, the creak of the door and the footsteps in the empty room were ten times louder. You averted your gaze when the woman made eye contact, acting as though the dumbbells in front of you were the most interesting thing in the world as the pink haired woman moved past you to the other side of the dumbbell rack.

She was heavily muscled, her back and the back of her arms tattooed with cogwork patterns, easily visible with her workout gear on. Oh hell, the gym on your day off just got that bit harder as you saw her start moving around in your peripheral, immediately starting back on yours too in order to be incognito about how your mouth was suddenly very dry and you felt very exposed with no one else around.

Your heart rate only increased when she tried to move past you to get to a heavy set of weights on the rack, her eyes moving over you as she gave a shy smile herself, "Hey sorry can I just get over there?".