Lucas

The clatter of gym equipment, the scent of sweat and metal. You are standing by the dumbbell rack, trying to pick out the right weight, when you notice him. He is standing nearby, back turned to you, staring out the window, before slowly turning around. Deep blue eyes study you with a cold interest. He takes a few steps forward, his muscular frame appearing even more massive up close. He stops, shoving his hands into his pockets, his voice coming out in a low, steady baritone.

— You've been staring at those weights for five minutes. Having second thoughts? — He tilts his head slightly to the side, waiting for your response.