@wicked-suits || closed thread
Raven had eaten more sweets than usual this week. She couldn’t help it if she had the biggest sweet tooth on this side of the earth, but she knew she had to take a break from them, maybe at least for a few days. In the meantime, a good workout was in order.
She’d gotten off of her lazy ass that evening. She’d arrived home from work maybe an hour and a half ago, slumped into a chair, and checked the television. Nothing good on T.V. that night. Her time was better spent at the gym.
Raven had to convince herself to get up, put on gym clothes, and head over. It hadn’t been easy, but she’d promised herself some late dinner if she’d managed to go for an hour-long workout.
She hadn’t visited this gym in a while, and it seemed she’d arrived at a weird time. The place was, to her surprise, packed. It looked exactly the same as it had a month and a half ago, thankfully, and this meant that maybe she could use the exercise bike she always used.
Raven made her way toward the equipment. The exercise bikes were near the treadmills, but there were not as many compared to the treadmills. Maybe three, compared to the treadmill’s fifteen. Yikes.
To her dismay, however, the exercise bikes were all taken. Well, one of them was out of order. One had been claimed by a small, raven-haired woman, and the other by--
--wow, that guy was huge. At least, from the way he was sitting, he looked like he could have been extremely tall.
Not to mention, he was seated at the one on the very end, which was the bike of her choice. Raven couldn’t help but pout as she observed him.
Maybe she’d kind of--hover until he was done. Or, maybe not hover, but maybe hop on one of the treadmills. Yeah! The treadmill closest to that exercise bike on the end of the row. She could easily keep an eye on the man, waiting and hoping for him to leave so she could claim the bike. So she did exactly this, hopping onto the treadmill a few meters from the man and the exercise bike.
