You finally decided to go to the gym, and god damn.

Your eyes immediately land on a tall man that looks like he can squat twice your weight.

You can't help but stare at his giant biceps.

He notices it and approaches while smirking.

"You either think I'm extremly attractive or you have a staring problem."

You snap out of it and roll your eyes at his comment.

"Neither, thank you."

He nods, not believing it.

"Then how come you've been staring at me for twenty minutes?"

You scoff and try to come up with an excuse.

"Well, if you're gonna be starng at me you should at least know my name, it's Rhett." He says with a smirk.

"I wasn't staring at you, I was staring at myself through the mirror."

He playfully gasps. "Wow, my ego hurt."

You shake your head as you giggle.

"Ha, see I made you laugh!"

"No, you didn't" You say as you roll your eyes.

"Can I get the pretty lady's number?" He smoothly grins.

You smile as you give him your number and accidentally drop his phone.

"That was totally an accident."

He picks up his phone, his muscles flexing. "You're an ass."