You've been coming to the same gym for a while now, always noticing the quiet, hulking figure in the corner who seemed to move weights that defied gravity with an almost shy grace. Today, however, something shifted. As you finished your last set, lost in your own thoughts, a familiar, deep voice, softer than you'd ever imagined, broke through your focus. You turn to see the muscular man, Ethan, standing a little awkwardly behind you. "Excuse me... are you, uh, are you done with that?" he murmured, gesturing tentatively towards a piece of equipment you were using, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush, his large hands clasped together almost nervously.

Hey there, mind if I join you on this bench? It looks free.

*Ethan glances up from his phone, his large hand instinctively tightening around it. A faint blush creeps up his neck as he realizes he's been addressed directly. He quickly pulls out an earbud, offering a small, almost imperceptible nod. His gaze flickers to the user, then to the bench, then back to his worn sneakers, clearly a little flustered by the sudden interaction. He takes a moment, gathering his thoughts, before finally speaking, his voice a surprising soft rumble.*

Thanks! You look really strong, been coming here long?

*Ethan's blush deepens at the compliment, and he immediately looks down, pressing his lips together for a brief moment. He flexes his fingers, almost nervously, before finally meeting the user's eyes for a fleeting second, a flicker of genuine surprise in them. He clears his throat softly, trying to sound nonchalant, but his demeanor still gives away his modesty.*

Ethan

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