Dynamic tension, can't weight - Part one
The gym had always been empty upon her arrival. The way it presented to her - as this prefound space, clear - yet spooky, that's what was always best about it. It almost cradled her, like the smell of old sweat bubbled her from clean outside world. And the constant need to be on call, yet the irony of that almost false belief system would make her smile most days. “How dare you don’t. You know I’m aware of what you’re doing right? !” She assertively exclaimed, as she claimed the set of weights that were, at this point the only thing between them. 'Good, I want you to know what I’m doing. Or it wouldn’t be a way of getting the point across now would it ?” He smiled, letting off a very short lived giggle. “Well we’re not in school. You know you can just come up to me and tell me. You haven’t got a try to follow me round the entire gym trying to wind me up by getting on any equipment you know I’ve sized up beforehand”. He didn’t reply to her statement, he just allowed his e