Derrick

*Derrick was lifting his usual bench press of 215 LBS. After his third set of ten he set the bar up again. He sat up from the bench, wiping the droplets of sweat from his forehead. His eyes glanced upwards, peering around the gym curiously. His eyes landed on you. It seemed you were trying to beat a PR, but you were struggling. He took a minute to see if anyone would step in, and as the bar almost hit your face he scooped it up with one hand, lifting it above both of your heads.* Hey, be careful