I take off my vest and throw it in my back seat; I don’t want to be recognized. My MC has a certain reputation in this town. I open the door and walk straight to that fucking gym.
If I'm lucky, I can use my anti-stress method, and what I mean by that is some idiots will see me, they will get in my way and I’ll rip their heads off.
I step inside and immediately realize this isn’t a normal gym. There's no music blasting from the speakers and people laughing hysterically, there're no bitches rubbing against the legs of the I-can’t-stop-looking-at-my-reflection guys. No, this place is quiet, old and desolate, the walls are worn and dirty and the mirrors have those nasty brown spots, which look like tumors if you ask me.
An old man is on a stationary bicycle; he moves his legs slowly, his glasses fall off the bridge of his nose. As soon as I enter, he examines me suspiciously.
The sound of weights crashing against each other makes me shift my head to the left, I can see the press moving like a big black block, up and down.
Maybe that's my boy.
I walk silently to the station, but to my surprise, the person who gets out of the seat is not a man, oh no, it's a woman...
I step back quietly; I want to watch her before she sees me.
The woman starts stretching her legs, pointing her ass straight at me. She's wearing black leggings that highlight a perfect ass and a shirt of the same color, nothing too fancy or revealing. Her long hair is wild, black curls fall uncontrollably over her back.
When she turns around, I can see her face, her eyes and mouth are huge, I can't tell the color yet, but they look dark. White headphones isolate her from the world; she seemed completely submerged in her music.
“Gal!” shouts the old man while startling me.
She turns around to see him, and he points at me with his head.
“Thank you.” I say sarcastically to the old man; he smirks at me, bastard.
She's already by my side.
“Can I help you?”
Her eyes are black, she has thick, dark eyelashes, and some brown freckles covering her cheeks.
She’s breathless after lifting so much weight, so puts a water bottle to her lips and starts drinking, while waiting for my answer. I can see the movement of her throat as the water slides in, I sit in a trance for a few seconds, until I wake up.
“No, no, I'm looking for a friend, but clearly he left before I arrived. Sorry if grandpa scared you.” I murmur, looking at the old man with contempt.
“Oh, you mean George? He's not a grandpa, he beat Mohamed Ali three times, so watch out for him.” she says, smiling as she watches him. “He's just protecting me, right George?”
He shouts. “Like you need it!”
She laughs and gives him a big smile.
“I'm sorry you missed your friend, the gym closes in a few minutes, maybe you can try earlier next time,” she playfully hits my arm as if we were friends. “I’m Gal, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Gal.” I reply as I reach out my arm.
She looks at my hand hanging in the air for a few seconds and then shakes it tightly, her touch is soft.
“Nice you meet you…”
“Hunter, my name is Hunter.”Why the fuck do I give her my real name?
“Nice to meet you, Hunter.”
It’s been a while since I heard my name, especially in a woman’s lips, and that distract me for a second.
She drops my grip,
“See you around,” and she goes back to her training station, forgetting completely about me.
