"So, who are you?" I ask him, stuffing my face with a bag of hot Cheetos from the vending machine. The irony of coming to a gym to simply eat junk food causes me to chuckle quietly under my breath. I'm sat on a window ledge, swinging my legs as I make polite conversation with Woody.
"I told you, my name is Woody."
I roll my eyes at his sarcastic response.
"You know what I mean, Cowboy."
He looks up from his phone, dark eyes looking slightly annoyed at me. I frown at him in return and he sighs heavily, putting his phone into his back pocket.
"Cowboy?" He questions, leaning back against the wall and folding his arms over his chest. I try an keep my eyes trained on his face so I don't drool over the muscles in his arms.
"Like Woody from Toy Story." I smirk, knowing he's probably heard t
