One Wing | Dave East

Thirty-Eight.

Sema held ten pound dumbbells in each hand as she did her squats. She had decided to start working out after doing too much ice cream bingeing. Everyday that she didn't work, she attended group exercise classes at Planet Fitness and stayed an extra hour to do some workouts on her own.

"50," she released a tired breath and put the weights to the side. Stepping out of the resistance band, she tossed it to the side also and laid down on her mat to catch her breath. Hearing the door swing open, she looked over to see who was walking in the door.

He paused when he noticed her lying there.

"My fault. I thought this was gone be empty."

"Oh no, you're fine," Sema told him, sitting up some. "I was just doing extra workouts after that class finished. I can leave," she drug up slowly and started gathering her belongings.

"Nah ma, its cool. We could share," he told her, placing his weight down. "You mind if I play my music though? I cant do no quiet workout."

"Nah, I dont mind," Sema spreaded her mat back out and sat down on it.

"Cool," he headed over to the speaker to connect his phone. A few moments later, NBAYoungBoy's "In Control" blasted through the speakers.

Sema couldn't help but to roll her eyes. Everything about him annoyed her because of how he acts. She couldn't even vibe to his music. She so wished that she had brought her AirPods with her.

Blowing out an irritated breath she got up, going to the corner of the room to Bosu. To her luck, somebody had rearranged the shelf and placed the Bosu's up higher than usual.

"Who the hell..." She trailed off, standing on her tip toes to try to reach one. When that didn't work, she attempted to jump to reach it. She tried her tip toes again, but an arm reached over her head and grabbed the Bosu. She turned around to the dude smirking at her.

"He's fine," was the first thought that popped in her head..

"You coulda just asked me. I woulda got it for ya," he told her, as he passed the Bosu over to her.

"I didnt think about it. Thank you, sir."

"Welcome ma'am," he smiled. Let me know if you need to reach somethin' else shortness."

"Okay tallness," Sema joked, walking back to her spot.

Sema placed her bosu on the floor and moved on to her next workout. About 5 reps in, she was interrupted.

"Ya form wrong," the guy said to her from across the room.

"What?"

"Ya form is wrong."

"Mhm. And why are watching me?"

"I was just makin' sure you aint need no more help lil baby," he chuckled. "But looks like you do with that backward ass form."

"And here I thought I was doing something over here. My fat ass sweating and I'm not even doing this right," Sema flopped down on her mat and sprawled out. The guy sucked his teeth before he responded.

"You definitely aint fat but I guess everybody could use toning up. Listen get up, lemme help you with ya form." Sema drug back up and stood with her hands on her hips.

"Iight so first, you probably should flip this over," he chuckled as he turned the bosu over, with the bouncy side face down. "You was slippin cause ya hands can't remain steady with you pressin' into that side. Now try." Sema nodded and took her position, doing one rep of the exercise.

"Iight so do you feel this in your core?"

"Not really," Sema responded, doing another rep.

"Cause of this backward ass form I was talking bout," he told her with a chuckle. "You got ya ass too high in the air. Even ya body out." Sema straightened out some but not in the correct way. Coming behind her, he pulled her legs down and pushed her lower back down.

"Iight now do it."

Sema did about ten reps and definitely felt the difference.

"Okay, whew shit," Sema's body collapsed under her and she rolled over on her mat. "I think we done with that one."

"Come on now, you only like ten in."

"Only? Ten is enough. That shit burns."

"Come on, do ten more."

"You ain't my trainer so Imma have to say no on that one."

"I could train you though."

"Oh, you're an actual trainer?"

"Not professional or no shit like that, but I done trained some of my friends." Sema just nodded.

"What's your fee?"

"Ya number," he smirked. "And a reply when I text it."

"And that's what you charged these "friends" too?" Sema smirked.

"Na dont get it twisted. A friend is just that. I dont cross them lines."

"Yeah, I hear you. So, when would we start the training?"

"Soon as I get the fee," he replied with a smile, slyly handing her his phone.

"I dont even know your name, you dont know mine, and you want my number."

"Darius, baby girl. Now you know, and imma know yours when you slide it."

She playfully rolled her eyes and took it from him, punching her name and number in. She handed it back to him after she finished.

"Sema," he smiled as he read her name, before looking back up at her. "Imma get ya schedule tomorrow so I can work out a good training time. I'm free at 7 every day except Thursdays cause I got night class."

"Wait, you're in school still? How old are you?"

"20 lil baby," he replied, causing her eyes to go wide.

Twenty?! She was 11 years older than him and here she was about to turn 32. She already had two kids, her own house, her own car, and was a doctor. Meanwhile, this guy was probably still undecided on a major.

"Oh my God...you're a baby," she shook her head. "I'm about to be a whole 32 year old." He frowned a bit but started chuckling.

"First of all, aint shit about me baby-ish, love. I'm a grown man. I got things going for myself and I dont act like no little ass boy. Second, as cliche as the saying is, "Age ain't nothin' but a number," and two grown ass people can do what they please. Third of all, I just asked for ya number. This aint even went nowhere... yet," he finished with a smirk.

"And the only place it's gonna go is us training," Sema retorted.

"Sure, love. Whatever you say," he smiled before going back to his corner of the room. Next thing Sema knew, his shirt was coming off and she couldn't help but to look. He was definitely fine but was too young for her to be interested him.

Sighing, she forced herself to look away before going to gather her things.