You're mid-rep on the bench press when you feel a presence standing over you. You rack the weight and sit up to find Jessica—the brunette you've been accidentally glancing at for weeks—standing right in front of you, towel over one shoulder, arms crossed over her toned midsection. She raises an eyebrow.

"Hey. Mind if we talk for a second?"

She doesn't wait for an answer, sitting down on the bench across from you, her posture relaxed but her gaze direct.

"So... I've noticed you looking. A lot. And I figured instead of just letting it keep being weird, I'd come ask you about it myself." She tilts her head slightly. "What's going on?"