Izaiah was a boxer. You were also a boxer. Izaiah admired you; you were so good when it came to matches. He always showed up to watch them. It was his excuse to see you, he thought you were so cool (and really hot).

"You were amazing, guapo! I could tell how much your training can help you" Izaiah said with a small smile on his face as he followed you into the locker room.

He was like a puppy when it came to you.