Mr.Right

I spent Friday doing nothing. But then, it's not like I usually do anything anyway, other than spend time at the gym.

Exercising is already feeling refreshing, to be honest. It doesn't feel like I'm stressing out anymore and I don't feel extreme pain in my bones when I wake in the morning like I used to.

Looks like my body's getting used to gym.

Most of my clothes don't fit the way they used to before. They're either too big or way too long.

The next morning, I get up and go straight to the gym, but Maverick's already gone. I go back down to make myself a black coffee and I notice a note on the kitchen counter, pinned down by a paperweight.

Out for a morning jog. You should come along.

~ Maverick

A small smile stretches across my face as I go to change into a green tank top, some leggings and sports shoes, then make my way out the penthouse.

One thing that I love about this neighborhood is the calmness. I can only see a teenage girl walking her dog down the street.

There's no one else in sight.

There are also pavements set aside for jogging, which is what I'm doing now. I tuck in my earphones and select a song from my iPhone, playing it at full volume.

I start jogging slowly, but I soon feel my lungs aching and my body goes numb after reaching the park. My breath has turned into uncontrollable gasps, but I don't stop. Not even for a second.

The adrenaline starts to pump through my veins and the energy from it is what pushes me forward.

My pace slows down when I spot someone familiar.

I'd recognize that body anywhere.

Maverick is in a black, sleeveless hoodie and a pair of shorts, showcasing his leg and arm muscles. He looks like he's taking a rest so I walk up behind him and cover his eyes with both my hands.

"Guess who?"

"April," he says, without hesitation.

"How did you know?" I step up beside him.

"You're the only one I know who smells like pineapple. It was pretty easy to figure it out."

"You know what I smell like?" I don't know whether to find that cute or creepy.

Want to know what I smell like?" He stretches one of

you're covered in sweat, anyway. Get out of

a strand of hair behind my ear, the tip of his fingers brushing my skin and sending shivers

Maverick

"How?"

you're funnier. I hardly ever saw

I- I'm not funny," I say, giving him a

compliment and you need to know how to accept one. Let's try that

takes

a yes," he says.

Great.

"I think you're pretty."

for thinking I'm pretty, O wise one. I

his arms out and turns around, showing off his

spending time with

called 'feeling confident about

that's called

me off. "Yes, of yourself. No one's better at being you than you are, so be proud of it

there's always something new to learn. It's like I've been blindfolded all my life and now he's removing

works, although I still have no idea where Maverick stands in my life.

just about me trying to do whatever he wanted, about

things that I haven't felt in a long time. Happiness, peace of mind, safety... It's wonderful when all these feelings come rushing

the distance and I follow his gaze, noticing

a baby,"

says and walks over to pick her up,

asks and uses his thumbs to brush off the girl's tears.

"Cindy!"

young lady who isn't much older than me. She rushes to where we are and plucks the baby

to slip from my sight," she says, bouncing

an eye on her all the time," Maverick says and smiles as the woman's eyes roam

left her baby alone again. My eyes search for a wedding ring on her finger and I observe

be a single mother.

"Maverick," he replies shortly.

haven't seen you before. Do

won't even notice if the kid wanders

by the street..." says