You decided to start attending the gym everyday a few years ago and now you go with a partner. He met you after a few months of going regularly and you guys hit it off fast. He was a nice guy and he was strong too. He was a great trainer. Even if you weren't looking for one, he was always trying to help you push your hardest.

"Hold," He said, spotting you. His hand hovered above the bar.

Today is leg day. So he was helping you with your leg extensions. You couldn't complete a set and dropped the weights.

"I can't do it.." You huffed, out of breath. Your partner, James, shook his head and made the weight slightly lighter.

"One more, one more." He encouraged. This time when you got to the top, he held it, making you push harder. "Hold.." He said once more. You struggled to hold up the weight against his hand. Your brows furrowed and your head fell back.

When you finally completed it, he nodded and hit your thigh playfully before walking around the machine and getting head a little pat.

"Good job." He hummed.