𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚. 𝙎𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 2 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧.
When an alternate dimension needs to escape the death of their world, and sets eyes on ours, Earth will be turned on its head, as humanoid anim...
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. (Please note, this book has not been proofread and may contain minor grammatical and or punctuation errors. If you find any please feel free to berate me in the comments. Thanks. (￣ε(#￣)
Finding a lonely corner near the weights, she chooses her next exercise.
Taking a lower pound, she grabs a seat on the bench and continues scrolling her phone while curling the weight in the other.
Casually strolling up, the man takes his time deciding which weights to go with, glancing back her way at times.
He snatches up a couple 30lbs dumbbells. Curling one after another, he spends more time spotting her than himself.
Her interest still on her phone, Jane reflects on Creep's breed, and what he said about it in the bank. According to the lack of information on it even among fanatic podcasts and eccentric forums about summons right alongside alien sightings, Creep must really be one of the last of his breed, if not the last of it.
Seeing his efforts are going unnoticed, the man returns his 30lbs weights, replacing them with 50.
A little more work, sweat begins to bead at his dark hairline.
He scooches, trying to get closer to her and catch her eye.
Suddenly, he drops one of the weights, the dumbbell rolling to Jane's foot. Tapping her sneaker, she looks up to where it came from.
The abrupt attention comes at a moment when the man isn't ready. He stumbles to right himself from the fumble, trying to smooth his impression with a flash of a perfect white smile.
Just as he opens his mouth to finally share a greeting, another voice calls his attention. "Put this back for me would you buddy." A large man wide in the shoulders heaves a heavy barbell at the good looking fella. Barely catching it, the barbell pins Mr. Handsome to the floor. The sight of the big guy puts Jane on the hunt for another spot in the gym. Not escaping, the guy trails behind. "So how you doin'?"
"Fine," she sighs. "You?"
"I'm great, but I wasn't the one that got shot." The towhead tails her.
Jane chooses another machine, placing the number of weights for the amount she wants to lift.
The muscled man bends over, removing some of the weight she added, making her glare at his fussiness. "What are you doing?"
"Are you following the doctor's directions? Shouldn't you still be on a light workout regimen?"
"I'm fine, Brad." She puts the weights back on.
"You shouldn't be pushing yourself, Jay."
"I'm not."
Brad plants his hands on his hips, going full mother hen mode. "I distinctly heard the doctor tell you to go 1 month without exceeding 30lbs, and tomorrow will mark 30 days since the injury, not today, it's bad enough you sleep on your stomach, something else the doctor told you not to do!"
Her glare holds on him. "God Brad, act like you have balls."
The gym of people glance over at him, some unable to miss what she said.
"I have balls!" He yells at everyone, turning back to Jane, reaching down to scratch at them, her annoyed stare unwavering.
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