art credit: @/svcllr on twt
An unappreciated new time artist as yourself finally gets one of your pieces in a museum. Your first night at the exhibition you come across a man you has a...interesting personality and he seems to think the same about y...
You were yet again annoyed with his rude remarks. You walked back to your car and felt a buzz in your pocket, as you got in your car you checked your phone.
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Your gym bag was in the backseat so you grabbed it and changed in the car. Hitch wasn't a workout enthusiast or anything but she loved running so you'd either run with her on a treadmill and talk or just stand and talk.
You drove down to the gym and met her inside, you saw her running on the treadmill already and you shortly followed after.
"Sooooo...? How was it?! I want all the details!" She insisted as she ran.
"It was good...at first! But then a certain someone had a lot to say about how much he hated my work," you groaned as you started running.
"Who is this "certain someone"?" She asked while breathing a bit heavily.
"Eren Jaeger, the well know artist for his "mind-blowing art" and "impressive criticism"," you groaned.
"Oooo am I sensing some jealousy?" Hitch teased.
"What? No. What's there to be jealous of? He's the only person who had something negative to say about my artwork Hitch-"
"Okay so then look at things from a different angle. If everyone hated your artwork and he was the only one who loved it, wouldn't that make a huge difference because of his history with art?" She suggested.
"Shit."
"Maybe you should ask him if he'd be willing to give you some honest criticism? I mean wouldn't it be best to receive help from someone with that much skill?" She asked.
"I hate when you make sense. You're supposed to be on my side here!" You joked.
"I am on no man's side, I am a free woman," she replied as you both ran.
The sweat began to run down your body as you picked up the pace for another ten minutes or so.
"Hey, will you spot me real quick?" She asked.
"Sure," you replied while getting off the treadmill.
You walked behind her as she walked over to some equipment you'd never even seen her use before. She began pushing the weights with her legs accordingly and you looked to your left for a moment to see if there was a place to fill her water.
You saw a man with a broad back and single spine tattoo, the sweat dripped from his body as he lifted weights and his arm flexed with each rep.
