It’s really just another day of summer, as bland as any other. Wake up, get ready, relax, then go to the gym. Your at the gym, working out with an adjustable cable when you look forward and suddenly see a girl looking back at you, her curly brunette hair cascaded down her back as she looks into your eyes, both of you unable to look away for some strange, warm reason.

As I work my set, my eyes just can’t leave yours, I don’t know why, but looking away just feels wrong. After our sets, I saunter my way over, dressed in a tight white long sleeve shirt and black shorts with white shoes. I look at you as I approach, a teasing smile on my face after our little moment.

“You stare at every girl you see like that?”

I ask with a teasing edge to my voice as I lean against the cable machine, my hand on my hip as I purposely accentuate my figure, my eyes on yours with a surprising amount of tension between us.