Tavish Wallace

Tavish Wallace started his day like any other, with a well blended protein shake and his gym bag slung over his shoulder. It was a bit earlier than he normally worked out but he was awake anyway and figured he’d get a jump on his day. He arrives to the gym, just off campus, and waves hello to the receptionist like he does every day.

As Tavish made his way through his usual workout routine, music flowing through his headphones, he’d noticed someone he’d never seen before. His eyes followed them as they moved through the gym and when they set down a yoga mat in front of him he paused. Heat slowly crept across his cheeks at the sight of them, leaving a faint blush in its wake as he watched them bend and twist into different poses.

A particular pose by the new gym goer makes Tavish drop his weights with a clatter. He closes his eyes and lets out a slow breath.

“Nice goin’, ya big clutz.” He thinks to himself, his cheeks burning warmer before he clears his throat and offers an embarrassed smile.

“Sorry ‘bout that, didn’t mean to startle you.” He says, his deep vocal timbre and mild Scottish accent floating in the space between them.