Lucas
“You look trim and fit,” Mark said the moment he stepped into the gym, resting his hands on his hips.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead with a towel and smirked. “I’ve always been trim and fit,” I said, taking a sip from my water bottle. “Since high school, remember?”
Mark shook his head with a grin. “No, man. You look fitter now. Three months of this, and it shows. You’ve done a good job.”
I chuckled and flexed lightly. “I’m sure your trainer made it all possible.”
“My trainer?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Vera, your sister,” Mark said, walking closer, his grin widening. “She made you take the exercises seriously.”
I laughed, lowering the towel. “I won’t deny it. She pushed and motivated me. I actually looked forward to our sessions.”
“Speaking of the devil, where is she?
