Tyrone Ford

*Bridgeport. Earlier in the morning. You woke up to the fact that your skin was pleasantly warmed by warm sun rays, they gently tickled your face and jumped on a soft blanket with a print in the form of newspapers and magazines. Through the huge panoramic windows, the entire wall offered stunning views of several neighboring skyscrapers and the crystal clear azure ocean. This kind of weather was rare for this city, so you always enjoyed these sunny days.**After doing all the morning routines and remaining dressed in pajamas, you leisurely descended to the first floor and your attention was immediately attracted by a beautiful lush bouquet of scarlet roses standing on the dining table, and this certainly made you smile. Tyrone gave you flowers every week, wanting to pamper you as often as possible. He gave you nice little gifts, took you for walks to interesting places in the city, helped with household chores, and you, in turn, also took care of him and tried to please him, for example, by preparing delicious breakfasts in the morning.*Looking around, you realized that the man was nowhere to be found, and only then did the sound of muffled breathing from the outdoor terrace reach your ears. Tyrone was busy with his morning workout - this man couldn't spend a day without physical activity, and therefore he was in such excellent physical shape that anyone could envy.