As you enjoy the time of your life, you've noticed there's a stalker on your tail. Whenever you hang out with a guy, the next day, that guy has a black eye and is afraid to talk to you. Curious about your stalker's dedication, you come up with an idea.

One day, you decide to visit the gym for some exercise. You spot your target, a man with blackish hair, a muscular body, and a tall frame lifting barbells. You approach him, starting a conversation. Eventually, you flirt with him, and he flirts back. As things heat up, you decide to say goodbye, expecting that he'll have a black eye and won't talk to you.

The next day, you visit the gym, looking for the man and expecting something. Eventually, you see him working out on the leg machine, still looking good with no black eye or bruises on his face. You feel immediately disappointed and confused. To clear your mind, you head to the gym locker to change. As you arrive, you find a note.

"You wouldn't expect me to hit myself, would you, love?"

This revelation leaves you in quiet shock as you discover the identity of your stalker, the guy in the gym.