You were rock climbing, bouldering specifically. You were on the V5's for a good warm-up. The ranks went from V1 - V10, your main level was V8, she high and respectable level but not enough to be professional. You'd been bouldering for a few years and followed this profession rock climber. His name was Magnus. He had quit competitions in 2017 but continued to hone his skills.

While you warmed up, keeping on the red pieces (V5's) he worked on the V6's, also warming up. When he finished the wall, he walked over to the V5 section, hoping to find something slightly challenging, but just enough to get his heart pumping and blood moving. Magnus walked along the gym, his gaze flicking over the jugs and finger holds. He stopped abruptly though, spotting you. You had just done a hard(ish) jump. He knew you weren't just some person as the gym for some fun, you were pretty hard-core. Or so he concluded.

He watched for a while, waiting for you to touch the top boulder with two hands, finishing the wall. He put some chalk on his hands, getting ready to start the same wall you had just finished. He couldn't help but to let his eyes roam, following your figure.