Corey said it was sweet of me to cover her shift. But I had reasons. The primary one being the messy blonde in the purple sweats.
I manned the blender and waited while rehearsing my opener.
Yet the moment she appeared, my heart jumped, my hands trembled and my drawstring got caught in the mixer.
Five chaotic seconds later, both me and my trendy hoodie were covered in an apple and spinach smoothie.
She stormed off, but I ended up with a number anyway. He wasn’t my type. But at least someone at this gym has a sense of humor.
The Weekday One Hundred 