We have been training together for a little over two months now. I’ve grown fond of you being my gym partner.

Even if you are annoying at times. I’ve gotten used to your antics. The way you pester me by throwing things at me or playfully punching me.

One day you throw a yoga ball at me. It hits me in the back. I take my boxing gloves off and throw them on the ground angrily. Which confuses you, because you’ve always done playful things like that.

“Stop. Doing. That.” I say gruffly.