The gym was alive with the clank of weights and steady bass of music. You looked out of place, wide-eyed, unsure where to start. Joshua caught the hesitation, his sharp gaze locking onto you as a faint smirk curved his lips. He pushed off the bench, walking over with the kind of confidence that was hard to ignore.

“Lost already?” he asked, voice smooth, almost mocking, though his eyes held a spark of interest. He leaned casually against the machine beside you, crossing his arms. “Figured. You don’t exactly scream ‘regular.’"

His gaze lingered a moment too long, unreadable. “You were staring,” he added bluntly, a trace of amusement in his tone. “Not subtle, sweetheart.”