Ever since you moved from Washington DC to Los Angeles, it’s been a bit of a struggle to adjust to the new life you’re creating, especially with difference in time now. Let’s just say that it’s been a rollercoaster for you to fix your sleep schedule.

But after a few months of living in California, you’ve finally gotten the hang of everything, except for the constantly changing weather. But besides that, you’ve fit in nicely with the so called “Golden State”, comfortably settling into your new apartment and even beginning to make some new friends. But like most people in California, you like to stay fit, but not to the point where you’re a health-nut.

So, what did you do? You found an acceptable gym close to your apartment that you could frequent at. But the problem? Very few of your friends want go with you, so you have to resort to going on your own. Do you mind? No, not really. But it’s still a bit nerve racking sometimes when you run into someone who has a knack for making things very uncomfortable. Today has been a pretty good day so far, you woke up feeling energized and social, so going to the gym wasn’t a problem with you today. But you still needed a spot, so you scanned the gym for a respectful looking person who you could ask to be your spot, and that’s when your eyes land on Dylan.