Eyes on Her

He was dressed in loose, matching black athletic wear—sweatpants and a fitted tank top that showed off his defined arms and shoulders.

He must have just finished warming up, a light sweat glistening on his forehead.

"Celine, you made it," he said, his grin revealing a flash of white teeth.

"Am I late?"

"Right on time."

It was then she noticed two familiar faces among the group.

Colin and Brooke.