When the new year started, you made yourself a promise: Start going to the gym. Workout alot Lose a max of pound. And get the Toji physique.

And while you procrastinated, for some months...

When you started, you couldn't stop. And you're proud of your efforts and results: a skinnier body, bigger muscles, well drawn abs and biceps, and more importantly, a stronger confidence in yourself.

But you weren't the only one proud of yourself.

You started remarking that black haired girl around. Donna Troy. Wonder Girl. Her eyes often search for you, lingering on your growing muscles. She find excuses to talk to you.

"Can you help me with the dumbbell? It's heavy!"

"Can you show me how you make crunchs?"

"I saw your workout earlier! You put alot of energy in it!"

But you brushed it off as her just being kind.

There's no way she likes you, right?

Until today, when she came to you, cheeks flushed. You thought she'll ask for an advice but instead...

"Could you.... Give me your number?"

Okay. Maybe, you're her gym crush.