FLOWER

CHAPTER 3.4

We enter the gym through a narrow door, which is dark. Through one light source above the reception desk. There are no windows in the room. The walls were probably once white, but now they are unpleasantly yellow. Covered with some old posters depicting bodybuilders including Schwarzenegger. Guarding a worn-out vending machine with drinks and protein bars. An elderly gentleman sits behind the reception desk. With elegantly combed white hair and a mustache. Dressed in a blue shirt. He immediately brightens at the sight of us.

- Good morning. - He smiles at us.

- Good morning. How can I help?

- I wanted a gym pass for an hour. - Sister answers.

- And for your daughter too. - I can barely stand, it costs me too much to keep a relatively serious face.

- Yes.- She hisses, giving the old man one of his worst glares.

- Mom, can I drink?

- Yes, honey, what a taste. - I didn't expect this, she started having fun. She's already giving me that familiar, practiced smile.

- I want lemonade.

I feel that the old man and I will not be forgiven.

The interior of the training room is not impressive, the same color of the walls and limited amount of light as in the reception. Each piece of equipment shows use and the passage of time. Even the mirrors covering one wall are scratched, cloudy, and even cracked and chipped here and there. Although at this price, there is nothing to be picky about. We'll be fine here.

The sister looks around, withering with every inch she passes. Someone is going to practice. It is true that there are a large number of gentlemen. Some of them even show an athletic figure. However, they are too mature for us. Others, however, hide their muscles under a blanket of supplies. I won't spoil my mood. My new mother still entertains. Who's glaring at me now. I think she's reading my mind.

I only start laughing when I notice two things. First of all, my sister's leggings are see-through when squatting like no other. She also wore red underwear today. Secondly, someone is taking advantage of this. Dad won't be happy. A certain blond man with the body of an ancient Greek sculpture. He stares at her like a picture. I envy her. Although they'll probably kill me when she finds out that I'm not telling her about the see-through leggings and the handsome guy looking at it all. Which, for some unknown reason, my sister still doesn't notice.

- My squats are getting better and better. - These are the last hours of my life.

I envy her shape. My training after returning to the gym is average. I feel weird. I have to start everything from scratch.

- And you weren't supposed to lift a finger.

- Oh, you're picking on words.

- Beware, we are going back by bicycle.

I did another squat. I focus on the muscles that no longer bother me. Something literally ate my sore muscles this morning. There are no scratches from the bushes either. I know that the air is better in the countryside. But don't exaggerate.

I glance at the blond man. I catch him staring at my sister's bottom and he perceives my gaze on himself. I point to my sister's bottom and then threaten him with my finger. He smiles at this and winks at me.

- We're adding something. - I'm asking.

- Ten kilos per side.- She already wants to do me.

- Sure, why limit yourself.

We move for the Olympic weight plates (polyurethane weight). I lift mine, carry it down, put it on the griffin (bar). Dear little sister is still at the rack, trying to lift the whole ten kilos with two hands. She is groaning with quite an effort. Could it be that the garden work has made itself known.

- There's no way, you can't win against me. - He even growls at the plate. - Keep an eye on the bastard, I'll be back soon.

- Where are you going.

- The guy has magnesium(white powder) there. I'm going to get her.

All I can do is wait for hers to prove himself. There is no point in completing the neck yourself. She would drop everything in a moment. My sister is already getting to the poor guy. And the blond man suddenly appears at the plates, smiling at me. Of course, without fail to fix your eyes on Nasturtium. It carries two ten-kilogram loads. One of them was recently abused by my sister. The blond man moves forward, and the fierce creature returns to me. With his hands covered in white powder and his determined, tense expression. Now it has to work. She is so focused on her goal that she does not notice the blond man who is a few meters in front of her. He walks to the stand. She lifts the ten-kilogram weight, surprised. She almost somersaults backwards.

- I have. - He replies with pride, strutting like a peacock.

- I'm impressed.

Finally the plate travels to the griffin and we can start the next series. I go first to exercise, let it rest. I do squats in concentration.

- And that's what I meant. - I follow her gaze. There is no such option. Could you be more unlucky? So many times I must have fallen for this guy. I put the griffin down.

- Forget it. - I turn her face towards the blond man. - Here you have something to admire. - She freezes. Her pupils dilate as much as possible and her mouth opens in an o-shape. I give Nasturcja a few seconds before she gets a good nudge to the side of me. No exaggeration, she doesn't have to listen to me that closely.

- I'm in love. - She squeals and the boy winks at her. And the sister's ears turn red. The rest is covered with too thick a layer of makeup, so nothing will show through this. The blond man then takes off his shirt. Showing off a sculpted body. - I'm about to bury myself underground in shame. How is it possible that he heard us? Let's go! - She speaks too loudly. - What are you waiting for?.

- I just don't recognize you. You like him so much.

- You've put down roots, I have to kick you out of here!

Okay, okay, I'm leaving. I stare in awe at her confusion. Nobody will believe me. Nasturtium runs away and even tries to hide in the cloakroom. Barely enough for me to clean up behind us.