ftf | clemmer
Mercer: He had grabbed a towel and wiped his face off. Mercer was already done with his work out, and heading to leave when he stopped dead in his tracks. /Of course./ Of course Clementine was here when he was. There was no way they didn't make eye contact and he smiled slightly at her as he approached her reluctantly. "Hey," She sure looked good, but he was trying his best to not look at her body. "How's your workout going?"








