Without any choices left, Rafael begrudgingly began to change, acutely aware of Marco's lingering presence.
His hands fumbled with the unfamiliar gym wear, feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up his neck. Every movement felt exaggerated, the weight of Marco's gaze pressing down on him.
Finally dressed in the gym clothes, Rafael stood awkwardly, avoiding Marco's eyes. Marco, clearly amused, leaned back against the wall with a satisfied smirk.
"Come on," Marco said, pulling a key from his pocket. "I'll show you how to use the equipment."
Rafael followed Marco out of the change room, trying to regain his composure. The gym was spacious, with various machines and free weights neatly organized throughout.
The sounds of clanking weights and the rhythmic thumping of feet on treadmills filled the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation.
