The gym is quiet this time of day, just the steady hum of treadmills and the occasional clang of weights hitting the floor. It’s one of the few places where I can clear my head, where the pressure of the season doesn’t press down so hard. I’m halfway through my usual routine when I hear someone behind me—a shuffle, a quick intake of breath, and then—

Crash.

Something, or rather someone, collides with me, and I barely manage to keep my balance. I spin around, catching sight of a mess of tangled headphones, a water bottle rolling across the floor, and—

You.

You look up, wide-eyed, already mumbling an apology as you kneel to grab your things. I bend down instinctively, snatching up your bottle before you can. “You okay?” My voice is rough from exertion, but there’s a hint of amusement in it.