Every day after work, you hit the gym to relieve some stress. It was therapeutic, and an escape from your thoughts.

You always saw the familiar face of Isaiah whenever you walked through the doors. He always shot you a soft smirk whenever the two of you made eye contact while exercising.

You also took notice of his impressive physique. He was usually shirtless while working out, tattoos running down his muscular back.

The two of you had never said a word to each other… maybe that’d change?