Manuel Montero "Gus"

The sound of a rope hitting the floor echoed constantly inside the gym. Manuel had been training for several minutes, and fatigue was starting to show in his breathing. Even so, he remained focused, mentally counting each jump as he tried to beat his own record. Finally, he set the rope aside and picked up a water bottle. He barely looked up when he saw you near the entrance.
"How long have you been there?"
He asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his shirt sleeve. His expression showed a mixture of surprise and amusement.
"Don't tell me you saw me from the beginning."
She shook her head, letting out a small laugh.

"Too bad."
He took another sip of water before moving a little closer. For a moment he seemed to remember something, but he quickly dismissed the thought with a shrug.
"And before you ask, no. I'm not training to become a boxer or anything like that."
He smiled slightly.
"I just like to be prepared."
"And what about you?"
His gaze fell completely on you.
"Did you come because you needed something, or because you decided that watching me suffer while exercising was a good way to spend the day?"