-TO BE TAKEN DOWN-
Katy Thomas is best known for her booming bakery shop, Katy Cakes, that has desserts as sweet as she.
Her new neighbor, Gage Rivers, is best known for being bitter and closed off from others.
The only thing they really have in com...
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The place was absolutely filthy. Okay so maybe that was a little harsh and I've never been to a gym before, but it smelled like sweat and bad air freshener so I wasn't too far off. Still, Gage decided it would be good to meet here today for our little session. I was fine with keeping it in the bakery but he said it lacked proper equipment, so here I am.
While Gage was getting dressed I was watching others exercise on various machines. Honestly I've never heard of this place before, but I think the reason for that is because you had to be a freaking body builder to get inside. Everyone was looking at me like I was clearly out of place. As soon as Gage stepped out though they turned their heads.
"Okay, you ready Shortcake?" he stood next to me wrapping his hands up in some sort of tape. I noticed that he traded out his regular shirt for something without sleeves and loose pants. I was curious about where his shoes went that I didn't even notice his bulging arms. Okay, well now I am.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I gave a weak smile. "Are you sure that I should be wearing this?"
He looked me over once. "Is that all you have?"
I picked at the oversized t shirt hanging over my yoga pants. "Pretty much."
"As long as you're not wearing a normal bra under there I think you'll be fine," he shrugged and walked up to an empty boxing ring.
Maybe I shouldn't tell him that I forgot to switch out of my push up today.
I followed after him and watched as he ducked under the ropes to step in one effortlessly move. I, on the other hand, got my right foot got caught on the bottoms rope and I fell flat on my face.
Lovely, this is going great start so far.
After Gage sat his bottle down in the corner he turned around to look at me and frowned.
"Look away, Gage," I groaned.
"Why does this not surprise me?"
"Oh hush it!" I huffed getting to my feet. "Next time pick a ring that doesn't have those," I pointed to the ropes. "They are a hazard."
"Noted. No boxing rings with ropes. Now," he took my bottle to put next to his, "let's start with some warm ups, okay?"
I nodded. "Alright."
For about ten minutes we did stretches that made me look absolutely ridiculous yet filled me with energy. Luckily I was used to most of them because of yoga, but some were seriously awkward positions. I bet it was worse for Gage though.
"Okay," he popped up from his last stretch. "Let's go ahead and pick up from the other day: focus mitt drills."
