He set his bag down near the treadmill, rolled his shoulders, and began his warm-up.
The woman nearby, mid-set on a lateral raise, found her eyes drifting toward him when he was on the treadmill later. She hadn't noticed him at first, but now… it was impossible to ignore him. The rhythmic pounding of his footsteps, the way his muscles flexed under his fitted workout shirt, and that sharp, almost indifferent expression when the treadmill was going at its highest, at 56kph—it all caught her attention. It was almost like a main character from a drama. "Was he showing off to impress me or something?" She couldn't help but wonder.
Her grip on the dumbbells slackened slightly, and her trainer cleared his throat. "Miss, focus."
She blinked, snapping out of her trance. A hint of irritation crossed her face—whether at the unexpected distraction or the trainer, she wasn't sure.
