LET'S TALK ABOUT IT
Angela had gotten lost already on the fourth floor and there was nobody to help her out. She decided to walk around till someone noticed that she was missing and decides to look for her.
"Did you miss your way, Miss Angela?" Angela turned back to see a man wearing a butler outfit and she smiled at him "I haven't seen you around the house sir" She said and the man replied "Well, I was running a few errands yesterday, so I was not back till the late hours of the night. I am the butler of the house". She asked him "How do you know my name? Do you know me from somewhere?" And he replied professionally "That's a very silly thought, Miss Angela. I am the butler of this household, so there is no way I would not know."
Angela nodded her head in understanding. "Is it a stereotype for British men to be a butler?" She asked again as she moved closer to the man.
"Well, it did originate from Europe, so it should not be surprising" He replied in a stoic voice and Angela asked "Are butlers always like this? Expressionless and not caring?" She looked at him with a thinking face, but the man still remained emotionless and asked her "What exactly were you looking for, Miss Angela? Perhaps I can help you out". Angela did not dwell on the matter and instead said to him "You won't believe it, really. I have been looking for where the gym room was, and now I'm lost" She laughed, but the butler's face did not even twitch.
"Well it is very common for people to get lost in the house, but the gym is not here. It is in the west side of this property" He said to her. "The what now?" she asked him to confirm, but he was not a man of such games. "I can lead you there. Do you perhaps know how to ride a bike?" The butler asked and began walking. Angela followed after him and she muttered "It's not a room but a whole different building?"
Soon after, Angela was outside the house with the butler and a bicycle was in front of her. She looked at the man "Butler...?" "Francis" He completed it for her and she nodded "Right. Butler Francis, you do know that cycling there is enough workout for me. But you want me to cycle, workout and cycle back?" She asked the man still looking at the bike she was meant to ride on.
Just sitting on it was looking like enough work for her. If she managed to climb it, she'd probably win a medal. She looked back at Francis and gave him the puppy eyes "At least get me a smaller one, would you?" She asked politely. "You're the first woman of this... size to come to the house" He said referring to how small and petite she looked "There is no bike of your size here. You'll either run there or make do with this" He said to her and left her.
Angela then confirmed it in her mind that Francis seemed to not like her, but that will be a challenge for later. She decided to just run to the gym.
When she got there, she was already sweating enough and so ready to take a shower, but she was not letting her efforts go to waste. She walked into the building and all the gym equipment were already looking too extreme for her. There were power racks, rowing machines, free weights, treadmills and many more. "He might as well just make this place known to the public and make it a business" She muttered to herself.
"What are you doing here, Angela?" She heard Christian's voice from behind her and she turned to see him. Her eyes widened up when she saw how his sweat dripped from his face to his neck and down to his tank top. His tank top was clinging to his body like second skin because of his sweat and he was looking ravishing.
He moved closer to Angela "Did you come here to work out Angela?" His voice was sounding husky as he got closer to her. Christian had an outstanding height of 6'2, while dear Angela was at 5'5. Because of that, he was staring her down while she had to raise her head up to look at him.
He was expecting a flustered reaction from her, but instead, she scrunched up her nose and said to him "You stink. Please take a few steps backwards". Christian chuckled after a while and took three steps backwards. Angela then answered his earlier question "Yes, I did come here to work out, but I've lost my motivation. Francis completely killed it" She said with a joking voice.
"You've met Francis already, huh?" Christian wiped his face with the towel in his hands "It'll take a while for him to get used to you. He does not really like new people" He said to her and walked to a treadmill. Angela followed after him "You still want to work out? After all of... this?" She asked while waving her hands around his sweaty body.
But Christian still got on the treadmill "It's my way of reliving stress and tuning out my dark thoughts. And it's a win-win. I get to stay very fit" He replied to her question and Angela replied "How about we talk about it instead" Christian stopped the treadmill and turned to her.
Angela smiled "Let's talk about it."