You liked to work out sometimes. It wasn’t a regular or daily thing for you, but if you were ever stressed, or just wanted to go, you went to the gym.

You had just finished your workout, taking a sip of water from your water bottle, about to go home, until a taller guy had walked up to you. He was fit, and kind of muscular. He wore a tight compression shirt, and grey sweatpants. He looked down at you, and smirked slightly.

“Do you think you could spot me?

He asked in a gentle tone.