She's got a smile that it seems to me Reminds me of childhood me

Michael was sure that the whole world had stopped, leaving just the two of them stuck in time. This was the last person he expected to see after everything. How long had it been since they last saw each other? He blinked hard, wondering if this was some sort of hallucination. Maybe there was a gas leak in the gym? However, no matter how much he blinked Amelie remained stood in front of him. “Questions?” He asked aloud unintentionally. What questions could she have? He was the the one with the questions, ones he’d been trying to ask from the moment they were separated, but she had questions. Michael had no idea what was going on at this point. The mention of Ally caused him to tense. The two Brooks sisters and him in Vesta, he couldn’t believe how bad his luck had gotten in the space of thirty seconds. At her question, he pointed behind him as if that explained anything. “I’m the manager…”

Ally: Really? What did he say?

Ally: No... what did you say?

Ally: I need details.

Ally: Oh you're definitely right...

Ally: Listen, we know i'm not good with men. If you have any suggestions or want to set me up. Go for it.

Amelie: Not a whole lot..

Amelie: He asked what I was doing here.. Like, what is HE doing here?

Amelie: I may have tried to pretend everything was fine and I didn't remember anything.

“Right,” he says, bringing a cigarette to his lips. “Not gonna stop you from getting your tan on or whatever.”

Ally: Woahh...

Ally: Michael... I haven't heard that name in a long time.

Ally: A little but I ended up in the same city as Ramon so i guess not that strange.

Ally: You're right he's always a bitch boy.

Amelie: tell me about it..

Amelie: he was just at the gym, like nothing had ever happened, i mean until i spoke to him...

Amelie: ending up in the same city as ramon is definitely worse.

Ally: Of course but I know there is something you need...

Ally: Oh yea? Who would that be?

Ally: I guess... whatever I ran into Ramon and he was a little bitch boy.

Amelie: michael might be in town...

Amelie: which makes absolutely no sense, like, in the entire country he found himself in the same city as me? doesn't that sound a LITTLE suspicious?

Ally: What did you do?

Ally: Things are okay... why?

Amelie: can't a girl just check in on her favorite older sister without being interrogated?

Amelie: i mean, i may have run into someone i haven't thought about in ten years, but..

Amelie: heeeey, ally?

Michael preferred to wear his hoodie over his work shirt when he was in the gym to prevent people coming up to him and asking him for help. Although he was happy to help, there were trainers all over the gym and he was behind on a bunch·of admin work. However, there were always some customers who didn’t get the hint.·“One second,” He assured, quickly scribbling his signature on a form before turning round.·“How can I—” Suddenly it felt as if the floor had tilted beneath his feet at the sight of her. Her. His Amelie. Why was she here? How was she here? It felt like he was in a dream—no, a nightmare. He tried to talk, but couldn’t find the words and his mouth had gone dry.·“What are you doing here?” He finally choked out.

Ramon turns toward the voice and sighs harshly. “Actually, I was just leaving,” he says with a quick salute.

“ — do you mind moving just a touch?” amelie spoke as she felt a shadow of somebody behind her “you’re kind of blocking my sun.”

“Ouch, this is kinda bad. So did you stop participating this club after that?”

“when i started highschool, i gave it up.”

“ Ninety-five? Not one-hundred? Where’s the confidence. ”  He jokes without malice.  “ Show me where it’s at. I’m ready for this. ”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” 

“I’m probably a solid 7 at sweet talking strangers i think.” She laughed along with Amelie. “See now there;s a plan. Maybe add a few puppy dog eyes in there and we should be good.”

“it’d be virtually impossible to say no to the two of us, right?” she questioned “i mean, i like to think i’m pretty good at getting what i want out of strangers.”