"Gymtimidation"He Was just the Instructor

Dana loved the Lagos lifestyle—fast-paced, driven, always pushing forward. But in the midst of all that chaos, AlphaFit Studio in Lekki was her calm.

The moment she walked,she felt in control. That gym was her safe space, her escape, her rhythm.

Timi, the gym’s lead instructor, made workouts feel personal. He wasn’t the loud, macho type. He rarely said much, but when he did, his voice was calm—grounding. He guided with precision, corrected with care, and always knew exactly how to push without crossing a line.

The next day during assisted squats, he’d asked her to lean slightly into his shoulder to correct her posture. It was a simple thing. Nothing over the top. But it lingered—long after the session ended. The scent of his cologne. The stillness. The closeness. Something shifted.

For weeks—months,Dana felt something silently blooming between them. The way he looked at her. The softness in his instructions. The quiet way he stayed a second longer after workouts, almost like he wanted to say something but didn’t.

She never asked.

Maybe he’s shy, she told herself.

Maybe he’s waiting for the right time.

Then came that Friday morning.

She walked into AlphaFit, ready to sweat through her thoughts—but something felt off. Timi wasn’t there. She moved from treadmill to weights to squats, searching without looking obvious.

Then, just past the dumbbell rack, she caught the chatter near the mirrors.

“...his wedding is tomorrow o.”

“Wait, Timi? Are you serious?”

“Lowkey guy like that. Didn’t tell anybody.”

Her heart dropped. The dumbbells in her hands suddenly felt heavier than steel. She didn’t need confirmation. She already knew.

Timi was getting married.

Dana left early. No cool-downs. No small talk.

She got home, tossed her gym bag in the corner, and sat in silence. The tears came fast and unexpected. She wasn’t angry—just... gutted. She had written a whole story in her head. Carefully. Quietly. And now, it had ended before it even began.

Later that evening, her friend Lami came over. The kind of friend who always asked why she smiled extra hard on gym days. Dana told her everything—every feeling she’d bottled, every assumption she’d made. Lami didn’t interrupt. She just listened. And held her.

That night, Dana made a promise to herself: Next time, I ask. I speak. I don’t overthink. I don’t assume.

Timi wasn’t a villain.

He was just her gym instructor.

Nothing was promised.

But her silence had written an entire love story that wasn’t real.

She still works out at AlphaFit.

Same bold look ,Same playlist. But now—headphones in, head up, confidence louder than ever.

Because life goes on.

Stronger. Wiser. More direct

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And now, if she feels something...

She asks.

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