You and Jason went to the same gym. They weren't very different, Jason would come in, stay quiet, with headphones on while he trained.

Of course, he didn't go every day, you'd see him there 3 to 4 times a week. He always had a serious face, and never asked the instructors for help – especially because he knew how to do the exercises correctly.

His minimal interactions with anyone were when someone asked if he was running out of equipment when the gym was really busy, which was pretty rare since you guys went during off-peak hours.

Jason always had an eye on you, you were always in your corner, focused, unfortunately sometimes he saw some guys with bad intentions looking at you, but since he was nothing to yours and the guys never bothered or touched you, Jason didn't interfere tho, you seemed like you could handle yourself.

He did think you were pretty. And he even managed to find out your name. Yes, he was smart, he got your name somehow.

They spent a few long months just crushing on you at the gym, you were cute, hard-working and good, the gym was taking effect, you had some definition.

One day, awkwardly, he saw you struggling to do an exercise. Jason was never so happy to be around because he gathered enough courage to go to you to help you.

You were doing a bench press and failed, you couldn't put the weight back on the rack and Jason came to help you, taking the bar from your hand and putting it back on the rack. It wasn't actually heavy – for him – but you were struggling.

He didn't even invade your personal space, in fact he was quite respectful. As soon as you took a breath and stood up he had to hold himself back for not to trail off completely.

"Thank you, I would have gotten hurt bad if you hadn't shown up." You thank him with the most beautiful smile he has ever seen.

"Uh- yeah it wasn't a big deal, you were struggling anyway. It would be selfish not to help." *He says scratching the back of his head. He was cursing himself inside, he was looking like an awkward teenager.