OFFSIDE
The small mechanical click of a water bottle against the floor.
I looked.
Reyes.
Hood up, one earbud in, the other dangling loose against his collarbone like he'd been planning to put it back in and gotten distracted. He had not seen me yet. He moved past the bench rack and the squat cage toward the back corner where the pull up bar lived, the corner nobody used because it required actual upper body control instead of just loading plates and following a program someone else had written.
He set up beneath it. He did not stretch first, which surprised me. He just reached up, found his grip, and started.