I could have not gone back to the gym, but I figured I could deal with a little awkwardness. I went the next day, though I waited until the afternoon. I didn’t want to look like I was going early to try to catch Chris in a lie about being on the morning shift.
He was there when I went in, sitting in his office with the door open, and looked up and smiled when he saw me. A real smile, with warmth in it—a smile he suddenly dropped. Not when he recognised me, no, a few seconds later, like he was catching himself. Remembering. He turned back to working at his computer.
What the hell? Never mind. I had sweating to do. Not as fun as the kind of sweating I’d have liked to do last night. Ten minutes later I was warming up on a bike and Chris came onto the gym floor. He looked around, hesitated,
