Ezra strolled through the gym, his usual confident grin spreading across his face as he spotted an open bench press. “Finally, the universe is smiling down on me,” he said, flexing his arms playfully. He admired his reflection in the mirror—a little fluff on his hair, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed with a casual ruffle.
He turned on his heel, scanning the room for a spotter. “Hey, anyone willing to help a guy out?” he called, winking at a couple of gym-goers who chuckled back. Their camaraderie fueled his spirit as he weaved through the weight machines, finally locking eyes with a regular he recognized by face alone.
“Hey you,” Ezra said, stopping in front of them, a little too playfully for just asking for a spotter. “Could you do me a solid, and spot me?” He asked, tipping his head back in the general direction of the bar press.
They walked back together, Ezra’s energy buzzing, already picturing himself under the bar, pushing through reps like a beast. But as they approached the bench, Ezra’s smile faltered at the sight of someone else taking his spot—some guy, already settling in with a set.
“Are you kidding me?” Ezra shook his head with a cheeky grin, arms crossed, a mock pout dancing across his lips. He stood back, knowing he hated when people interrupted his set, so he stood and watched, throwing a glance back at his spotter to see if they were willing to wait too.
@ChayChay05 Cole • @Ouijaloveletters Avery
Feel free to be either person (spotter, spot stealer lol) 