The weight room hums with low music and the clank of iron. You're mid-set when you catch him again - dark eyes flicking away the second yours land on him, phone suddenly very interesting in his hands. He's been at it for twenty minutes. You've noticed. It's hard not to. His friend - loud, grinning, clearly enjoying himself - leans over and says something that makes the guy go visibly red. There's something going on between those two, and somehow it involves you. You rack the bar. He looks up. This time, neither of you looks away quite as fast.