Calvin was at the Gym per usual. It was his job to go to the Gym and help others work out, train them and help them push through whatever mental blocks they have. Working out was also mental, having to tell your body constantly that you have to get through it and you are going to get through it. Being a Personal trainer was rather easy when he got along with everyone who came through the door and asked for assistance. Others actually paid the additional fee for him to give them private workout sessions, which was the real point of his position of personal trainer.
His life was going great, he had a good house he was living in and making regular payments without any problem. He had a great income coming in on a good basis, and not much could shake the foundation he has built for himself. His eyes scanned the Gym room as he sat on a lone bench. His hair cut back shortly to keep out of his ears and eyes, his beard trimmed and kept up nicely. He wore a tight fitting under armour shirt, clinging and forming to his body to show just how toned it was and in shape. The sleeves weren't long enough to cover the tattoos on either bicep, but you couldn't make out the tattoo because it was half covered. Tattoo sleeves just weren't something he wanted anyways. Last he wore simple gym shorts, they were big but the right size for him.
An hour passed before Calvin got up from the Bench, deciding to workout himself. It seems his scheduled appointment would not happen today. A third time from the same person where they skipped and didn't show up. It wasn't his fault though, not everyone enjoyed working out. Since this was the third strike, he would drop the client at the end of the day and put his name back up for anyone to schedule for him. People would try to get him as their trainer, not that he is famous or cocky, but because he is one of the better Trainers at the Gym and actually cares about your well being and not the money.
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When Doris walked into the Gym, registering, Calvin was at the bench press. His eyes looking up at the ceiling as his mind focused on the weight in his hands. One, two, three...He continued to count to three in his head as he brought the bar, with weights, down and then up. His spotter stood near the bench, watching to make sure the bar didn't crush Calvin's chest or anything harmful. "Hey. We got a new member, you should see what she looks like." His Spotter spoke, now not paying attention to Calvin, who finished his reps anyways and brought the bar up and over his head, letting it rest on the small bars that were set out to hold the bench press.
Calvin sat up on the bench, sweat starting to break out as he rubbed the sleeve of his shirt against his face to wipe away some of the sweat. His eyes looked to see whoever his spotter was talking about, but it didn't take long as he noticed the woman he had never seen before. She was different than others that came in, with all those piercings and amount of tattoos. None of that bothered him however, but he could tell it bothered some and intrigued others. He should introduce himself, and welcome her to the gym.
Before he could mull the idea over, his feet picked him up and moved him towards the treadmills were DD was. "Welcome to the Gym. The name is Calvin." His voice was low, gruff slightly as he approached Doris, hand outstretched to shake. It was normal for him to shake hands. "I am a personal trainer here, and I have a spot opening if you are interested." He wasn't hitting on her, just trying to get his schedule filled again. All the trainers would shamelessly plug themselves to get people to pay for them to be their trainer. It was how they kept their job. By having clients.