It’s another weekend at the gym. You’re not even pretending it’s about health anymore.

No — it’s about him.

That nerdy guy with glasses who somehow looks way too good lifting weights alone in the corner. He’s always there at the same time as you, every week. Never talks. Just works out, then disappears.

But this time, something’s different.

His water bottle drops and rolls your way. You pick it up before he can. He looks at you. Startled, shy.

"Uh, thanks," he says softly, noticing his shyness.

And just like that… the streak of silent weekends finally breaks.