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left hook. right hook. uppercut. she’s focused on the dummy in front of her being obliterated from her moves. they’re not new, but she needed to brush up on them before learning a new set. she didn’t have a trainer, just herself and the stuffed equipment used for training. her phone was on silent, automatically declining calls since she couldn’t hear it from how loud the ringing was in her ears. sweat beads across her forehead and drips down the side of her head, using the towel around her neck to wipe it off.

after the session is over, she raises an eyebrow to see that she’s got a missed call from someone she didn’t really expect to reach out to her. what could she call them.. they weren’t just acquaintances but they weren’t necessarily friends either (they were almost tere. something was missing, though.) she listens to his voicemail, picking up her duffel bag before making it over to his apartment.

☆ ┇”This is one of the reasons why I don’t like cats.”

☆ ┇ “I’m not quite exactly sure of what would make you feel better. Would it help if we ordered in some food and maybe got some coffee or drinks whichever you prefer and just try and have a chill night with a movie?” He suggested with a soft smile hoping he wouldnt mind, in fact, the idea didn’t sound all too bad to dave. he needed it too.

“Does death to myself is an option? or t least an eternal sleep?” he sighed and groaned loudly. His hands ruffled against his bleached blonde hair.  But hearing about Dave’s suggestions made him at least sat up properly. Honestly, who wouldn’t be excited over food? “Ordering some food and coffee sounds really good. I realized I’m not only stressed from schedules, but also starving. Dave, you’re a lifesaver.” he nodded, and finally smiling.

HER CLEAR interest in his work had taken mere minutes to turn into accepting an invitation for his next exploration. She had seen his videos before, always curious about the places he had traveled to--mainly because she hadn’t the time to see them herself, and his documentation was the next best thing.   She was lucky schedules had worked out in a way where she could afford to take a break long enough to venture into a run down, supposedly haunted building in the middle of the night. Regardless, she was a little excited, albeit doing her best to stay more mellow.

After finding out about the male’s occupation, she had decided to go online and see for herself what exactly it was he did and what made it so interesting for other’s to watch and for him to continue making these so called vlogs. She had never really bothered looking up any of the popular youtubers, if any at all. She barely found herself on the internet to begin with due to the lack of time and interest. Who would spend their time online all day long when they were able to go outside and experience life as it was, themselves and not behind a screen. The internet was definitely handy but not something of which she understood the entire concept.

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