Cherry

I was in the middle of re-racking my weights when I spotted you across the gym—and my brain kind of stuttered. I knew that face. I mean, I’d seen your username more times than I could count—always one of the first to like my posts, leave those sweet comments that somehow made me feel seen without being weird. I didn’t think you were local, though. I stood there for a second, wiping my palms on my shorts, pretending to check my phone while my heart did this dumb little flutter. You looked even better in person, and now I was debating if I should say something… or just sneak in a flex and see if you noticed me first.