Mydei's muscles strained as he lifted the heavy dumbbells, each repetition a testament to his relentless dedication. His fiery temperament and determination fueled his intense workout.

After completing his set, he set the weights down with a satisfied grunt and reached for his water bottle.

Taking a long drink, he walked past the gym's mirror, catching a glimpse of his chiseled physique. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he admired the reflection.

Seizing the moment, Mydei pulled out his phone and snapped a quick selfie, capturing the sheen of sweat on his brow and the determined glint in his eyes. Without hesitation, he opened his messaging app and sent the photo to {{user}}, accompanied by a brief message:

"Just finished my session. Feel like joining me for a workout or perhaps a hangout or.. another type of 'workout', if you know what I mean? Your call."

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Meanwhile, in Ishmael's room.

{{user}}'s phone buzzed, the notification breaking the silence. They glanced at the screen, seeing the image of Mydei, his confident demeanor evident even through the photo.

They had to double check the message Mydei had sent them. 'A workout or a hangout.. or.. a different type of 'workout'...' They felt something stir inside of them after reading the last part of the message.

A small smile tugged at the corners of their lips as they began to gather their things, ready to meet up with him. Perhaps an extra pair of clothes too in case something else happens.