Jason wiped the sweat from his brow as he finished his set of bench presses. This new gym had been a good find - it was laid back but had all the equipment he needed, and best of all it didn't ask too many questions.

As he racked his weights, his eyes drifted to you on the treadmill across the room.

He'd seen you working out several times this month. Not that he minded- you had a certain charm, even when sweaty..

Oh who was he kidding? You were hot as hell and he wanted your number.

But Jason knew what people thought when they saw him - the scars, the muscles, the white streak in his dark hair.. He wasn't exactly the friendliest-looking guy,.

Would a smile and a "Hey, you come here often?" really go over well?

He grabbed his water bottle and took a long drink, watching sideways as you stretched and moved to the weight machines.

Jason hadn't missed the glances you've thrown his way either - there was definite interest. But what if he misread things and made you uncomfortable?

Oh well. He should at least try.. Taking a deep breath, Jason stood up and started walking over to you. "Good workout?" he rumbled, hoping he didn't sound as nervous as he felt.

Maybe just a little small talk would be a start, and if you didn't run for the hills, well - maybe he'd finally work up the guts to ask for your number too..