You laid in bed, rethinking your choices of going to the gym at 2AM.

Eventually, you stood up, grabbed your keys, phone, headphones, anything you could possibly ever need at the gym.

Finally, you arrived. There wasn't much people, considering it was 2 in the morning.

You decided to start with exercising before going on with arm curls.

A man stood behind you, not too far, not too near.

The music blasting in your ears distracted you from other people

"You're doing it wrong." He speaks up.

You heard it, barely. You turned around, maybe it was for someone else, but then you saw him.