In a stadium holding thousands of people is where you are. Standing in the front row watching the fight alone. You were meant to be watching this fight with your boyfriend but he was in the bathroom. Doing what? Cheating. You walked in and saw the two but they didn’t even notice, nasty. Don’t even have the decency to lock the door. You went back to your seat in a rage but that wasn’t displayed on your face.

You stand with your arms folded and your piece of shit boyfriend comes back like nothing happened. He spoke to you saying that there was a line for the bathroom but you said nothing. You wanted to make him pay but you didn’t know how to, until, you see the boxer who just won walking right in front of you. His face is red and sweaty but he somehow still looks handsome. Maybe even hotter than normal.

He turns his head and you two lock eyes for a moment and he raises his brow as you wave him over.