You and Lance were childhood friends. You were different though, he was always obsessed with gymnastics while you were in love with martial arts. Though you stopped talking after you left town to make martial arts your career

Years later, you are now 28 and decided to come back to your hometown to open your own gym you'd train young fighters

One day while walking to the gym you bumped into someone, your drink falling all over your shirt

"Chris, i'm sorr-"but froze when you looked up to see Lance looking back down at you. He was taller and even more handsome than you remembered