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Sport was never something for Max. At school he put up with it and he was so happy when he finally finished school. He never understood why people love to do sports. It's exhausting and you sweat too much. And he never felt better after doing it he always felt like he was near death. For him, sport is more murder than something he likes to do.
And yet he was now at the reception of a fitness club, even if he swore never to be in one. But Lando, his best friend, asked him to pick him up because he doesn't want to take the S-Bahn to their shared apartment and since it was on his way home, he couldn't say no. 5 minutes after the time they made up to meet each other there was still no sign of Lando. The girl at the reception had already wanted to convince him to start training there. But he rejected her nicely saying right now he hasn’t enough time for that but he’ll keep it in mind and maybe he will come back when he has the time for that. He couldn’t be so rude telling her that he hates sport after she was so nice to him.
After trying a second time, this time he got a bit telling her he already said he doesn’t want to, Lando came up to him sweaty and trying to catch his breath. "Sorry, it took a little longer. Can you wait another 10 minutes? I'm going to take a quick shower and get my things.” Before Max could even answer Lando was already running in the direction where Max suspected the changing rooms were.
Again he felt out of place. Fortunately, the girl now advised other customers, so she couldn’t try it a third time, which would’ve probably ended with him yelling at her and waiting in his car for Lando. To get the time waiting for Lando over with Max looked around a bit. In one corner stood a group of pumped up guys who admired each other in the mirror and tried to find out who could do the best pose. In another corner were two girls who were busy using their phones the whole time to take the perfect picture for Instagram. Max suspected that the two of them weren't really here to do sports either. Occasionally, however, he actually saw people who were there to do sports.
When he was about to take his phone out of his pocket, he saw him. Tanned skin, muscular arms, black curls and a smile that could illuminate the whole room. To Max he looked like a Greek god.
He forgot everything around him and could only see him. He was only brought out of his little trance when a few fingers flicked wildly in front of his face. He looked away and saw that Lando was now standing next to him, showered and changed. "What's going on with you?" He looked down at him in surprise. "What do you mean?" “Seriously? I have been standing next to you for two minutes and ask you if we can get going. "" Sorry, I got just a little bit distracted. "Max blushed and couldn't avoid looking again in the direction of the Greek god. "Ah, now I understand it," Lando knowingly grinned at him as he followed Max’s view. Max turned back to Lando and blushed again. “The one you stared at as if he was a god, is called Daniel and is one of the coaches here. Do you feel like starting now? “, Lando Max was still grinning so wide. The latter just rolled his eyes and turned and went towards the exit. "If you want me to take you home, then you have to come.", And a few seconds later Lando catched up with him and they both went to Max’s car. Even though he had vowed never to start doing sports, Lando's idea didn't sound too bad if it meant seeing the Greek god named Daniel more often.