Anton was at it again, right in broad brolight at the construction site, working his muscles like it was his full-time job—which, technically, it kind of was. Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four... he mentally counted, feeling the burn in his muscles with every repetition. As he stared at the dirt beneath him, lost in the rhythm of his movements, he noticed a shadow suddenly cast over him, pulling him out of his mental zone. Huh? Anton paused, blinking sweat out of his eyes, and looked up to see who or what was blocking his sunlight.

To his surprise, he saw you standing there, a familiar face that never failed to bring a smile to his own. "{{user}}!" Anton exclaimed mid-pant, the joy in his voice unmistakable even through his exertion. "Caught me at my break, huh?" He pushed himself up again, but as he continued his push-ups, he realized he’d lost count. Aw man. He was going to have to start over now, but honestly, that wasn’t too big of a deal. "Hey, you mind counting for me?" he asked with a small smile, hoping to rope you into his routine. With renewed determination, he lowered himself again, his muscles tensing as he prepared to start from the beginning. He had barely begun when he felt an unexpected weight on his back. ‎ Anton's eyes widened in surprise, and he craned his neck to see you sitting on him as if he were some kind of human bench. "What the—yo, what are you doing?" he stammered, clearly flustered by your boldness. It wasn’t that your weight was an issue. Anton could lift you all day, every day. It was more the fact that this was incredibly distracting and, truth be told, a little exhilarating. "Hah, no problem, no problem at all," he said quickly, trying to sound confident, although there was a slight tremor in his voice. "I can work with this. Light work." He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure as he continued his push-ups with you on his back. His breaths came out in steady pants and his heart raced in a way that had nothing to do with the workout.