"Forty..."
Maxen panted for air as he collapsed on the floor after doing push-ups. Sweats covered his skin, gazing at the ceiling as he caught up to his breathing.
"If she keeps feeding me, I don't think I will achieve the weight I'm trying to attain," he mumbled, thinking Cosette fed her this morning a generous breakfast. Although he would constantly tell himself it was fine and he would sweat it off, he couldn't help but complain every time he was working out.
He remained silent and stayed in the same spot for minutes until a thought crossed his head.
"This is my first trip with my classmates," came out a whisper, recalling the energy from the second they arrived at the convenience store. The ambiance of the group was at an all-time high — something he never thought he would experience in life. Their energy was like a virus — a good kind of virus that was infectious.
