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 eyes to wonder freely over her defined collarbone, like it somehow harboured a map to an undisclosed and unknown treasure that he wanted to find. 

“Like it’s what we used to do as children, your aware my eyes are up here right!?” 

The change of tone within the last two words of her statement zoned him back in to the conversation. Even he had become a little unaware to where his eyes had got to. It was, without a doubt like they had somehow miraculously separated from him; like the nerves had somehow become severed. 

“Yeah I’m sorry, you are just so Damn beautiful and I never know how to approach a woman, especially one like yourself.”

"Well it does help if you try and keep an element of eye contact you know. As nice as my boobs are, they can't communicate interpersonally". She replied. 

'Are you sure about that'  his thinking voice told him sarcastically. 

He said and then suddenly felt the braveness that he had somehow concurred within him wear off, like it had somehow disappeared. He felt a wave of vulnerability flow through him and turned around to head to the rowing machines. He felt the emptied surrounding him and helped him to feel a little better. 

'At lease that shit show didn't have much of an audience. But then again - it wouldn't have even happened if there were loads of other people about.'  

Neither Jessica or Rick had expected the interaction to end so quickly. But neither of them had known that it was going to be beginning and ending so abruptly either. He had been trying to engage with her far before she had started to notice; but the conversation that had just taken place had officially knocked the sail right out of his wings. Jessica looked over to Rick as he started to sit down on the rowing machine; she hadn't even studied this stranger before - let alone looked at him that way. Up until this point he hadn't even existed to her but now that was no longer the case.  

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