"I'm telling you, y/n, this will be so much fun!"your best friend, Elle, assured you as she dragged you into the gym. She signed you up for a session with her personal trainer and she it had totally slipped her mind to ask if you wanted to, as she said.
You groaned at her, already feeling tired. Being active and getting exercise wasn't something you consistently did. Sure, you went for a run, like, twice a year but that was about it, so a session with a guy who was probably going to give you an asthma attack wasn't your ideal way to pass your time.
"Can't we cancel? I can barely do three pushups,"you sighed but she shook her head as you reached the front office.
"Hello, Clara,"Elle smiled, "My friend, y/n, would like to train with Elliot today."
"I'm afraid Elliot isn't here today but another trainer is going to take his place so don't worry,"Clara told both of you, typing something in her computer.
"Great!"Elle gushed, looking over to you. She elbowed your stomach once she saw your bored expression which was replaced by a smile in seconds.
"You can go in,"Clara said after a few moments and you bid a goodbye to Elle before heading for the room you and the personal trainer would exercise.
Once you entered, you saw a guy with curly hair looking at his phone, his gaze averting to you as you stepped in the room. He flashed you a charming smile, placing his phone down and standing up fron the bench that was placed against one of the walls.
"Hello, I'm Bradley and I'll be your personal trainer for today,"he stuck his hand out for you to shake and you couldn't help but stare at him for a moment. He was easily one of the most attractive guys you'd ever seen, with his broad shoulders and brown eyes.
"I'm y/n,"you smiled, shaking his arm while looking at his eyes. His own eyes took you in, a trace of a smile on his lips.
"Okay, I say we warm up and then get into the heavy stuff,"he clapped his hand together, full of energy.
"I haven't properly exercised since I was twenty, so how about we don't get into the heavy stuff?"you joked, tightening your ponytail.
"I'm sure you got this, y/n,"he assured, "And how old are you, like, twenty two? It's not been that long."
"I'm twenty five actually,"you corrected him, "So it has been five years."
"Oh God, I would've never guessed,"he chuckled and after that, the session began. He made you stretch for a bit, which wasn't actually that bad, but what came afterwards was just hell itself.
He made you do a bunch of pushups, which was just embarrassing for you since you were visibly struggling while Brad went hard. He made it look so easy. He even made you try doing pull ups but soon told you that you weren't ready for those. You just nodded, ready for the session to end.
"Let's take a break, hm?"he suggested as he saw you panting. He was barely even sweating while you were trying your best to catch your breath.
"Yes, please. We've been doing this for two hours, I need a break,"you breathed out, sitting on the bench next to him. He chuckled while you gulped your water, wiping your forehead with the back of your palm.
"It's been forty minutes, y/n,"he told you, your eyes widening. You looked at him in disbelief but he only nodded, pointing at the clock on the wall.
"We have fifty more minutes? There's no way I'll get out of here alive,"you groaned, resting your head on the wall behind you.
"I'll make sure you do, don't worry,"Brad assured you, your cheeks reddening even more.
"I'd like to see that,"you challenged, "I'll probably faint in the next ten minutes."
"If you do, I'll catch you,"he winked, leaving you with butterflies in your stomach and stood up fron the bench, ready to keep going.
Was that flirting? you though. You wouldn't exactly mind if it was.
"C'mon, pretty, let's continue,"he called, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Did you just call me pretty?"you smirked and it was his turn to blush.
"Would you mind if I did?"he said, his voice low. You barely even heard him because you were standing a few meters away from each other.
"No, I definitely wouldn't,"you answered, grinning.
"Then yes, I called you pretty."
And with that, he began showing you a couple more exercises for your abs. He began doing a couple crunches and then moved to some harder stuff. Brad then proceeded to give you a couple of weights and tell you to lift them. That wasn't too difficult to do but he could tell that you were having trouble with your form so he walked over to you, taking the weight off your hands.
"Your back should be straight,"he explained, placing his hands on your waist to help you. You sucked in a breath as he helped you correct your form. His breaths landed on your neck, causing you to get a little hot.
"Thanks,"you stammered and he gave you a nod before continuing.
Once the rest of the session was done, you sat on the bench again, trying to catch your breath as you felt your muscles burn. This time, Brad sat on the floor across from you, sipping his water. Your gaze was focused on him, admiring his beautiful face and him in general. The one hour and thirty minutes you spent together were great, even if you couldn't exactly breathe at some points. He was a nice, funny guy and you even considered continuing these sessions.
"You like what you see?"he asked after your eyes were focused on his face for a bit more than usual.
"That was so cliche,"you laughed and he joined you.
"I mean, I do appreciate some cheesy-ness here and there,"he shruggced, pushing himself off the floor.
"Ah, I see,"you nodded, "But to answer your previous question, yes, I like what I see."
"Oh,"his eyes widened a bit before he blinked a few times, "I'm glad that you do."
"You suck at flirting, you know?"you asked with a smile and he gasped, pretending to be offended.
"First of all, I don't suck at flirting and who said I was flirting with you?"he raised his brow and helped you put your stuff in your bag.
"So you're not flirting with me?"
"Now that you said that I suck at flirting, I'm not sure if I should say yes,"he told you.
"You should,"you assured him, standing up from the bench. You stood only some inches below him but there was still a visible height difference.
"Then yes, I'm flirting with you. And I'm also asking you to go out with me tomorrow,"he said and you chuckled at his bright red cheeks.
"Of course I will,"you agreed as a sigh of relief escaped his lips. He pulled his phone out and passed it to you so you could put your number in it and once you did, you gave it back to him.
"Text me the details for tomorrow?"you asked and he gave you a nod.
"And get better at flirting,"you joked.
"Will do,"he said as you exited the room you spent the last one hour and a half. Maybe the gym isn't such a bad place after all.
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do not ask me what this is, i have no clue. i just wanted to update so this thing happened. i got frustrated whole writing it, and you can probably tell at some point, because i couldn't write about brad flirting. i just wrote the most generic flirt lines ever but that's the best i could do when i have zero inspiration
anyways enjoy this and i hope you're safe, in your house, washing your hands and watching the vamps music videos lmao
hope you liked this<3
-sofia
