He looses his mischievous grimace instantly and folds his lips into a sincere smile when
he understands my true intentions, and probably also realizes that he has in front of him a different woman from the others.
He is so tall that for a moment I would even have compared him to Matthew, even for his
bullshit, but his hair is made of an ash blonde that it seems he has smeared mayonnaise on his head, while his eyes are more than blue, so much that he looks like a
lemur of Sclater.
"Richard." - he stretches out a hand in my direction to introduce himself in a friendly way, but
I've had enough of friends and I'm not going to join a boxer on the list, so
I just lift my chin up when he pulls his arm back with that same strange smile on his damn face:
"Can I start tomorrow?" - I insist on finding out if I can enroll in his course, but I am perplexed
when he shakes his head slowly.
"Tomorrow I have a boxe meeting." - he reminds me as he resumes stretching the biceps of his arms,
blatantly trying to show me how pumped his body is.
"See you on Monday afternoon." - he says immediately after, taking a step in my direction
to overtake me and reach the sack behind me, after throwing a strange long look and without waiting for an answer from me.
"See you soon." - I hasten to say in a cold tone and without deigning him of a glance, and then
go back to where I came in when I understand that there is no need for any signature from me, as Ashley's heels start hitting the floor quickly trying to reach me as I go out of the gym.
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