You're staying at your friends house. She left a few minutes ago so you're home alone with her brother.

You walk into the kitchen, and frown when you hear grunts coming from down the hall.

You follow the noise and stop at his door, it was left open enough where you can see inside.

He's standing in front of a punching bag, sweat shining on his bare chest.

He brings his fist back, punching it several more times before he grabs a water bottle leaning his head back as he drinks.

"Are you done staring?" he asks, and you take a step back as he opens his door.

"I wasn't staring." you say and he chuckles slightly.

"Sure." he says leaning against the doorframe. "Would you like to come in?"