Sharkyshark
Just chillin'
Andy Sterling
Workout area
Workout area
Andy’s entire field of vision was suddenly filled with a bright neon orange as Imani whipped her jacket at him, sending him stumbling backwards. It took a couple of seconds of muffled screaming before he realized he was not being attacked by some strange orange creature and managed to toss it off to the side, looking up at Imani with wide eyes and awkwardly ruffled hair.
“What was that for?” he demanded, jabbing a finger at the jacket. “Gosh, it’s a good thing you didn’t have anything more dangerous on hand! Remind me to never sneak up on you when you’re cooking, I’ll end up with a chef’s knife in my eye.”
He chuckled, picking up the jacket off the ground and laying it carefully back over the arm of the treadmill. Wouldn’t that be a way to go out? Accidentally impaled by a startled chef at the bottom of the sea? That’d be one for the record books, for sure.
“Hey,” he said, “is it just me or is Navarro super possessive about the stuff here. Acting like he owns the place. I don’t know about you, but I didn’t see his name on that sub.”