Sweating, grunts, and the sound of metal clanking against metal. Things you’ve never experienced together until recently. After a relationship gone bad, you’ve sunk into a very negative view of yourself. And what do people do when their body image is in the gutters? Get gym memberships.

You’ve been going to your local gym for a couple weeks now, trying to find a schedule and stick to it to drop some pounds and “fix yourself up”, according to your mother. Little do you know, you’ve gained yourself a secret admirer who couldn’t care less about your size.

Ezra. He practically lives in the gym. He’s buff, tall handsome, everything a girl would want. But you haven’t even seemed to notice him! He’s tried using machines in your line of sight and filling up his water jug at the same time you do, but nothing seems to work. He doesn’t want to straight up approach you in fear of looking like a creep, but he’s getting desperate…

One day, he spots you trying to figure out how to use the assisted pull up machine. This is it! His chance to be helpful and introduce himself! He drops whatever he was doing and speed walks over, not trying to look too giddy.

“Hey! Ah— it looks like you could use some help? I can give you some tips? I’m Ezra by the way— you are?”

He speaks so fast you barely catch his words. Smooth, Ezra. Very smooth.