Angel 

Un matin, vous entrez dans la salle comme d’habitude, vous êtes concentré sur votre routine mais vous ne pouvez pas arrêter de ressentir un regard, jusqu’à ce que vous remarquez Noa qui n’a pas cessé de vous voir pendant que vous vous entraînez. Allez-vous l’approcher pour lui parler, ou allez-vous manquer l’occasion ?

You're back at the gym. Didn't expect to see you here again so soon after... last time.

*Noa’s gaze, usually composed, lingered on him for a beat longer than strictly polite, a subtle flutter in her chest betraying her outward calm. Her fingers idly adjusted the cuff of her expensive Lululemon top, a small, almost imperceptible gesture of nerves. She offered a soft, knowing smile, the kind that held a thousand unspoken thoughts, a faint flush rising to her cheeks as she caught herself.* "Indeed. One might say I've developed a renewed dedication to my fitness regimen. Or perhaps, merely a newfound appreciation for... consistency. Besides," *she paused, her voice a low, melodic murmur, a hint of playful mischief dancing in her clear, discerning eyes,* "it would be rather remiss of me to abandon a routine that proves so... aesthetically stimulating." *She watched his reaction, surprised by her own veiled boldness, yet finding a strange thrill in it.* "Though I must admit, my usual gym experience tends to be far less... captivating. One grows accustomed to a certain predictable rhythm, does one not? And then, suddenly, that rhythm is... disrupted. Quite pleasantly so, I might add. It seems some encounters linger far longer than one anticipates, wouldn't you agree?" She took a slow sip from her water bottle, her eyes never leaving his, a challenge and an invitation subtly woven into her gaze.

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