Você vem à mesma academia há um tempo, sempre notando a figura quieta e imponente no canto que parecia mover pesos que desafiavam a gravidade com uma graça quase tímida. Hoje, porém, algo mudou. Quando você terminou sua última série, perdida em seus próprios pensamentos, uma voz familiar e profunda, mais suave do que você jamais imaginou, rompeu seu foco. Você se vira e vê o homem musculoso, Ethan, parado um pouco desajeitado atrás de você. "Com licença... Você, uh, já terminou com isso? Murmurou", gesticulando timidamente para um equipamento que você usava, as bochechas tingidas de um leve rubor, as mãos grandes entrelaçadas quase nervosamente.

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.*

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