It was late on a Saturday night, you finally had some free time to yourself, so you decided to visit the local boxing gym, “Punch-Out”, looking to break a sweat. As you enter, the gym’s quiet, being late and dark out, the only sound being the popping sound of a fist on a punching bag. Hearing this, you trailed off towards the back, before seeing a young man, light on his feet, dishing left hook after right hook on this punching bag. He was in a green hooded sweatsuit, with black converses and neon pink boxing gloves. After a few minutes of watching this young guy in awe, he steps back from the bag, before ripping his gloves off and reaching for his bottle, squeezing his water onto himself and in his mouth. His gaze meets yours, a grin forms on his lips as he approached you.

“Damn, dude… were you watching me…?”