He continued to hit the exercise bike hard, his muscles cramping and burning at the calves as he begun to slow down. The machine chimed to his heart rate which it detected from two sensors that were each placed in the handles in the palms of his hands. Sweat continued to bead at his forehead again, the pace that the machine set being a lot higher than he had originally planned to perform. Someone had changed all the preset routines on the exercise bike and, through sweat drops on the monitor, he saw that the resistance of the bike was up by another five bars in the last three minutes of the routine. He continued to push down on the pedals hard, his breath short, pulse racing, the minutes counting down by the second before him.<br/><br/>The machine beeped, confirming that the routine was indeed over, and that he should rest. The lack of sound left nothing, but the sound of his heart beating frantically against his rib-cage, a sound that was echoed in his ears as the blood continued to pound as it circulated through his head. He stopped to focus, letting his body catch-up, breathing in short, shallow breaths. As his ears begun to normalize, he realized that it was not just his head that was pounding, but the sounds of music coming from the small dance room off one of the main halls of the small compact gyms.<br/><br/>Curious, he got off the bike, legs weak and like jelly under him, as he made his way cautiously to where the music originated. Peaking in through the arch of the door, he saw the same girl from this morning dancing, her body mirrored across the four mirrored walls of the room.<br/><br/>"Cute" he said, watching her perform dance aerobics. It wasn't very often that this room had been used, the majority of the people using it having never been formally trained to perform, and thus most were self conscious of it. He drew in closer to her. He didn't have to like her, but there was no point hating her either. He hadn't been introduced to her, having only recently come back from being away at a medical facility for research purposes. It was with a cautious curiosity that he approached her before speaking once more.<br/><br/>"Other than our awkward chance meetings today, we haven't really had a chance to introduce ourselves. I am Mithos Martel, though most just call me Mithos, or M&M."<br/><br/>He extended a hand to her as he looked at her face from behind in the reflection of the mirror.