★ㅤgym。

@ⓣ emilia c。 Maybe it was temptation. Maybe it was curiosity. If not, a little of both. Turning his head slightly to his left, Chris’s gaze lingered onto the backside of figure that just walked past him seconds ago, only to sink his pearly whites into his bottom lip that couldn't hide his cheeky smile. Just a glance at the outline of shapely legs and dark brunette locks, he already knew who it was. Well not "knew" her. If anything a face and body along with a rough sketch of her hours at the gym, if that counted as knowing someone. A name would have been helpful, then again a name was always useful in situations like this.

Continuing with his pushups, he constantly switched his attention to the ground right below him when it was time to land and the woman at the weights section, trying his best not to stare at one thing too long. Yet temptation was a bastard when it wanted to be. Especially when it boiled down to beautiful women. What should had stopped for sometime still went on as Chris continued to eye the woman nearby him.

BAM.

In the midst of it all, the thought of planting hands back on the ground never fully registered to his brain. Instead, Chris planted his face down. Nose to the stone, rather in this case rubber. Only a soft groan could be heard from him now as he cradled his nose and sat himself up. Reaching over for his water bottle with his free hand to press it against his face, he caught his eyes with a certain face he didn’t want to see at that second. Suddenly, his ears warmed up. He nervously chuckled and broke out into a strained smile before turning his body to the opposite direction. Pursing his lips, he swiped all of things in one go and hurried his way over to other side of the room. He only stopped once he reached the bicycle station, hopping onto the seat without even adjusting anything and going on with it cooly. If that was even possible in this case.

@ⓒ chris e。 Emilia was somewhat simple in a sense-- Luxury never came her way only having been taught to salvage what she had and make the best of it. She never wore expensive clothes or ate at five star restaurants or even joined a membership at a private gym. They were spoiling her. Yet she still didn't feel like that. The only thing the young trainee actually takes advantage of daily is the private gym. It gave her a piece of mind, a quite home away from training and cramped dorms filled with loud people practicing the same thing over and over again. This place took her away from her daily chores which she was grateful for.

She walks in with a bare face and a messy bun, chest heaving slightly from a cardio routine she went through just minutes before, towel draped around her shoulders and a bottle of water held in her hand. She makes her way to the weights as per usual in her daily workout routine. Before that though she settles her things down and begins to stretch out her already tired limbs. As tired as she was Emilia knew her coach was going to give her for not keeping up with even the slightest detail in her routine.

She paused though, to take a gander at the fellow not to far from her doing some intense push ups. Her eyes traveled from his sweat coated face to his tensed biceps. her lips her haste glance quickly reverts back to the task at hand. The actress makes her way to the weights, picking two 15 pound ones and starts her sets.

@ⓣ emilia c。 It was important to keep costs low, if and when possible, but not to overdo it. During a moment like this though, Chris knew that it didn't hurt to pay an extra dollar or two, that maybe it was worth spending more in the long run. Sure there were gyms, then there were luxury gym and spa places like this one. Marble floors in the lobby with lavender and citrus scents sprayed every fifteen minutes. Rooms dedicated to only weights and others to pure cardio. Hell, there was even a Zumba only room. The free classes, premium saunas, and complimentary eucalyptus infused hand towels to relax gym goers, these were just some of the many bonuses Chris enjoyed here. However, his favorite perk was the cap on the number of members allowed. Only 400 members max per location. Stats like this gave him the peace and space that he needed from long days running around from jammed pack restaurant to bar to another restaurant again, dealing with people all day and all night. Managing and socializing took a toll on the body.

Alone in an empty corner of the cardio room, Chris kept himself in a pushup formation. Back straight. Fingers spread slightly. Core firm. Body locked, but not tense. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before steadily lowering himself down to ground. His chest just barely grazing against it. A jolt of energy rushed through him though right as his arms reached their full extension, clapping his hands behind his back nonchalantly as a cheeky smile etched his features. Suddenly his hands landed back on the cushioned rubber floor. Once again though, instead of clapping his hands behind his back, he brought them up to his chest and did this repeatedly. Stuck in his own world, he kept with this routine. Counting lost and blurred. Music blaring in his earphones silenced.

Feeling his heart beating hard against his chest and hearing his labored breaths, Chris only thought and kept to himself. Yet it was when he saw a certain pair of sneakers saunter past him, curiosity and familiarity caught up to him. At first he shook his head. He kept his neck stiff to avoid movement. Temptation got to the best of him though. Lifting his head up slightly in the middle of his exercise, he decided to give into one innocent glance. It wouldn’t hurt? Right?

@ⓔ ten chittaphon l。 ✔ — ᴏᴘᴇɴ。