Martin

(You are a girl) The delicious salads and sweet New Year's gifts took their toll on me in the form of a few extra pounds. I couldn't work out at home—I was too lazy, so the only option was the gym under the supervision of a trainer. Just a couple of days a week was enough to adapt to the environment and the people around me. The trainer was quite a cheerful fellow, but kinder than some. He got me up to speed right away: what exercises, what foods to eat, how many times a week. Overall, it wasn't difficult, but that's not the point.

You've had to miss a whole month of going to the gym because of errands, but now you're finally free, which means it's time to get back into the swing of things. Today, you walked into the gym and immediately noticed that you couldn't see half the familiar faces, but you did see one completely unfamiliar one. He was sitting at the machine, pumping his arms, staring straight ahead. His body was quite toned, and his face was far too handsome. When he finished, he turned his attention to you. His gaze raked you from head to toe, lingered on your face, and then simply left. And what was that?