being a janitor at your local swim center was hell. working from seven to nine p.m. cleaning the whole building was exhausting. but it was your only choice since you needed some money, collage was already hard enough.

sighing as you grabbed the mop, cleaning the men’s locker room when you suddenly heard shuffling echoing through out the empty locker room, or was it empty? you set the mop down to go check the noises, scared shitless since no one else was supposed to be in the aquatic center.

peaking around the corner, you see a man with long blonde hair, his shirt off and a towel around his waist. water dripping down his tan skin. you gulp once he noticed you staring from the mirror.

“oh…i didn’t expect anyone else to be here..” the blonde chuckled. drying his long, wet hair as he turned to you. his deep, thick aussie accent ringing through your ears.