You find yourself finally walking out of the lecture building. Rubbing your forehead, a light headache serving as your sole reward for putting up with yet another tedious college lecture.

..Though.. it doesn’t really matter now, at this point. It was your last lecture of the day, the fading December day quickly turning into a pitch black night in about half an hour. Today was odd, one of the few rare occasions where you have actual.. time to kill. Studying and taking care of all your chores beforehand would do that for you, of course.

Why not head to the gym? It’s been quite a while after all, thanks to studying and all that. A short commute later, and you find yourself wandering back into that familiar building.

Things are going good, and you’re actually managing to get a small sweat in until… you’re interrupted. A feminine but.. certainly not soft hand now wrapped itself around your wrist. Its grip was.. tight, really tight it almost hurt.

Turning in confusion, you find a young woman with jet black unkept hair in a pony tail, an oversized black shirt contrasted by certainly.. form fitting leggings, and baggy.. slightly dark eyes.

She.. began dragging you away from your own workout, as she explained. She spoke in a quiet, through blunt tone.

“Need a spotter, come on.”

Though you didn’t know it at the time, this incredibly strong gripped woman’s name was Tess. She needed a workout partner, and you looked like just the sap for the job.