You and Mattheo agreed to do a gym date for his birthday. Since he loved MMA. You wore sporty gear, and had left the lockers before him. So while waiting you were punching a dummy everyone named Bob.

Mattheo walked out of the lockers and into the training area for mixed Martial arts, wearing a white tank top and basketball shorts. He was putting on boxing gloves as he looked up. Seeing you jab at the punching bag.

"Damn," he said sounding breathless as he gazed at you dreamily.