"Alright," he said, chuckling slightly as the other two finally made it to the car and threw open the doors with a huff.
"Your food," Barry said, twisting around in his seat to hand Vanessa a to-go box.
The car drove off in relative silence as Lee mulled over the events that happened during lunch, deliberately not looking over at Vanessa.
She pumped her fist into the air with a happy smile before taking the box, “Yes! Barry you’re magic.” The only sound that came from her on the ride was a hum of happiness as she dug into her burrito again, careful not to make a mess in Barry’s car. He had just got her food for her. Even the director didn’t talk much to her manager as they drove, probably because he was still trying to figure out what in the world just happened at the restaurant.
They reached the gym once again in 5 minutes and Lee couldn't have gotten out of the car faster.
"I absolutely hate the intention of the backseat," he grumbled. "Why can't every car just be a two seater?"
The interns were still mulling about the gym, making him slightly irritated.
"I hope you motherfuckers are gonna clean this up," he said as Vanessa and the others walked thorough the doors.
She raised an eyebrow, as she got out of the car as well and followed him back into the gym. “Who pooped on your parade? Geez.” Setting her food to the side, she motioned for the interns to do what he said and clean up. Barry and the director followed her in and immediately went back to planning and talking as Vanessa started helping the others clean up. Cleaning things up didn’t bother her in the least, and she actually enjoyed being helpful and not sitting around like every other celebrity while others did the work.
(Yo?)
(Im not gonna let thus die, i just need a bit of time for my brain to stop acting stupid)
(Oke doke)
"Hey, man, I've got a fight in two weeks," he grumbled, walking back over to the locker in the corner and opening it again.
He pulled out two gloves and slipped his hands into them, pulling his fingers into fists to slide the holes into place.
“That’s two weeks away though, I don’t think one afternoon of not training is going to make you loose your fight.” She looked around, studying the gym as everything was being taken down. With the equipment gone the gym seemed bigger, and she could only think of how lonely practicing alone here would be.
"It most definitely could."
He walked over to a punching bag hanging close to the corner where his locker was and began warming up his arms with simple jabs at shoulder level.
The inters started carrying the equipment outside to the van where it was stored and Vanessa walked over to one of the walls, watching as Lee warmed up. It was interesting to her and Barry wasn’t around so she wasn’t sure if she could leave yet. The last thing she wanted to do was leave and be called back so she decided to just stay and watch the punches and jabs he was doing, “What are you practicing right now? Does it get any more complicated?”
"I'm just warming up," he said over his shoulder without breaking rhythm. "Get the blood rushing through my arms."
“Ah, ok,” She continued watching him as he warmed up, shaking her head as she saw Barry and the director walk right by her outside without a second glance. They were deep in conversation and seemed to not even notice her, talking about who knows what, probably another music video or song.
"I can't really do much today," he continued, his slight frown the only sign he was exerting energy. "My trainer has the next couple of days off."
Vanessa nodded, “Makes sense, you don’t want to hurt yourself before this fight.” She relaxed against the wall and looked to the ceiling, thinking as she listened to the sound of his fists hitting the punching bag, “So, who are you fighting? Is it a big match?”
"Kinda, I guess," he said, choosing to stop training since they were taking at the moment. "5th ranked middleweight. I beat him, I might get a fight with the champ."
It was hard to tell if he was downplaying it on purpose or he truly thought it wasn't that big of a deal."
“Oh, just the champ you know, no big deal,” She replied sarcastically, though a small smile was on her face showing she was semi impressed at his skill, “Is that the last fight you have if you don’t win?” Looking at her fingernails, she guessed Barry already left, though she didn’t really want to leave right away - talking to him was fun.
He shook his head. "Nah, I signed a contract. Even if I loose this next one, I have two more fights to rebound. Obviously, they'll give me a larger one if I get the belt."
She nodded, her head tipping to the side slightly, “Have you won the belt before?” Vanessa didn’t know much about the fighting he did, she just knew it looked difficult. It intrigued her though, even if she wanted to come to his next fight, she couldn’t be caught there otherwise the rumors of her dating him from today would grow even more.
Lee shook his head. "Never. This is the first time I've even gotten close."
Lee was secretly hoping she stayed as well, but he never let himself get too hopeful. Too many disappointments do that to people.
A smile crossed her face for a second and she pushed herself away from the wall, wandering around the studio to give herself something to do so she didn’t have to leave immediately, “Well then, you better win Mr. amazing abs. I think you have a good shot at it.”
"Moving people are a lot harder to punch than a hanging sack of sand," he said, giving the punching bag a hearty slap. "Especially when they like to punch you back."
“Yeah, it’s not usually as fun when they punch back,” She smiled and laughed lightly, going over to the bag by him and punching it jokingly, “Though even punching a bag of sand and actually moving it without breaking your hand is quite hard, tried it once.”
He shrugged, leaning into bag slightly. "Just takes practice, man. Normal people don't throw punches correctly."
Vanessa raised an eyebrow, arms crossing, “How do you throw a punch correctly? I’m fairly certain I’m not doing it right.” She punched the bag again halfheartedly and looked to him. Learning how to throw a good punch was something she probably needed to learn, it would be a helpful skill to know if creepy fans got too close. Plus, it was an excuse for her to spend more time here.