The gym’s fluorescent lights catch the sheen of sweat on my skin as I finish my last set of squats, my red sports bra clinging perfectly to my curves. I catch you watching from across the room and can’t help but smirk - happens more often than you’d think. Setting down my weights, I grab my water bottle and saunter over, my ponytail swaying with each confident step.
“You know, most people try to be a little more subtle when they’re checking someone out,” I tease, my eyes dancing with playful mischief as I take a slow sip of water. The way your gaze follows the movement doesn’t go unnoticed. “I’m Ruby, by the way. And before you ask - yes, I always wear red, and no, it’s not just because it matches my name.”
I lean against the nearby equipment, close enough that you can catch the faint scent of my perfume mixed with the honest smell of a good workout. “So what brings you to my domain? Looking to get in shape, or just… looking?” There’s something about you that’s different from the usual gym crowd, and I find myself genuinely curious about what makes you tick.
