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“Yes and no. I moved back a bit ago and I still haven’t quite lost the accent.” He gave her a smile, shrugging his shoulder a little. “What about you? There’s been quite a few people moving to town recently, are you new or have you gotten settled already?”
“Oh I first lived here ‘bout two years ago.” Ivy nodded. “Been back ‘nd forth from ‘ere ta Manchester.” `She took a sip of her lukewarm coffee. “Am never settled me, always lookin’ for the next big thing.”
“It all depends on what you like. You can try swimming, it’s pretty relaxing. But you can also try the gym if you want to get in shape.” She titled her head to the side and chuckle. “Well then you should probably try chess, you only have to move your hand. Although there’s a lot of brain activity involved.”
“Fuck, I ‘ave like no choices then.” Ivy licked her lips, thinking. “D’ya want ta play chess wi’ us then? Ya workin’ bu’ jus’ patch it ‘nd come wi me.”
Ivy chuckled. “A mean, take a girl out for drinks beforehand ‘nd then…” She hesitated, not losing eye contact with him.
He looked over to her. “Play your cards right…” he said in a low voice, “…and I’ll make you breakfast. And then have you for breakfast.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Hello there. The receptionist is currently on her break, but I can help you. What sport are you interested in practicing?”
“What sport d’ya recommend?” Ivy asked, twirling a strand of her hair with her fingers. “Preferably one tha’ requires no movin’ about.”
He raised an eyebrow at her, then dropped it all. “Hey, you’re the one here eyeballing me like I’m on the buffet menu…” David chuckled. “But I understand being a lot of talk and all that, it’s cool,” he said, returning to his weights.
Ivy chuckled. “A mean, take a girl out for drinks beforehand ‘nd then...” She hesitated, not losing eye contact with him.
“So…” he said as he still held her hand and moved closer to you. “You’re saying I should give you a ‘proper workout’ sooner rather than later?” he asked, intent obvious on his face.
“God, ya sound like a dog on ‘eat.” She laughed, letting her hand out of his clutch. “Ya tha’ desperate for a shag, love?”
He looked at the offered hand for a moment, then took it. “Wonderful to meet you, Ivy. So if you’ve never worked out a day in your life… and look like that,” he said, shamelessly checking her body out. “…what are you going in a gym?” he asked with a teasingly raised eyebrow.
“Dunno really.” She shrugged. “Figured I might as well try ‘nd get proper fit sooner rather than later.” Ivy had been blessed with a half decent body, yet fit and healthy she was not. Being a uni student does not bode well for your eating habits or your excercise habits.
His nose brushed against the exposed skin of her neck, inhaling the scent of her warm skin. “David,” he breathed, breath tickling across her soft flesh.
Ivy broke their connection, placing the weights back where he picked them up. Swiftly turning around to face him. “Ivy.” She extended her hand towards him. She had been brought up with good manners, never mind the fact she was flirting with a random guy in the gym, but always offer your hand when introducing yourself for the first time.
“I am not sure I feel too great that 9/11 is my birthday. But let us see how being nineteen treats me.”
“Fuck, a mind bein 19. Feels so long ago now.” Ivy muttered. “Happy belated birthday, love.”
Hello everybody! My name is Katerina Klich and I came to your city recently! I do not even know what you can tell about yourself. Just ask and I’ll tell you anything you want!
“Alright, love.” Ivy smiled, extending her hand towards the girl. “Me name’s Ivy, pleasure ta meet ya.”
“You’re a smart girl,” he replied, putting more pressure on her hip and backing her up flush against him. “I’m sure you’ll figure out the best way to sweat.”
“Ya know me so well and ya don’t even know me name.” She smirked, giggling at his remark. “I think I ‘ave a few ideas.”
“Oh… okay, I get that. Like the Mason Dixon line back home. Only you guys didn’t have a civil war. Well, I guess you did, only the whole king-monarch thing and that makes my head hurt to track,” he chuckled. “I”m here studying law at the university.”
"I go to the university as well! Though the art college side.” She mentioned. “Textiles and design is a lot different than law.”
“Hmm, you would be just naturally slim and toned looking, wouldn’t you?” he asked, helping her do some curls, his arm alongside hers as his barrel chest brushed her back. “I bet you can make it more exciting overall yourself.”
“Obviously.” She mentioned, rolling her eyes as she said it. “And how would I do tha’ exactly?”
He shook his head. “You gotta explain the difference to me…”
“Am a Northerner, not a southerner?” She guessed, attempting to help him out a little. “What brings you ‘ere anyway?”
“I’m not gonna stand around and let you stare at me…” he said, dropping one of the ten pound weights in her palm. David wrapped his own larger hand around hers and stepped behind her, his hand coming to rest on her opposite hip. “All right, lift up like this…” he said, guiding her through the movement.
Ivy winced a little at the weight. “Not gonna lie, I’ve never worked out in me life.” She chuckled to herself. She mirrored his movement. “You made it look more exciting, love.”
