Sam looked around the car park, it really wasn't that big so how hard could it be to spot a yellow mini? The answer was pretty simple, when everyone elses car was bigger than yours, it was pretty damn hard. When Sam had arrived she got out of the car and had turned right to get to the gym so it must in that... Sam's train of thought was derailed as a voice caught her attention, she turned to see a man approaching, he did look like he spent a fair amount of time inside the gym and while Sam liked guys who kept themselves in shape there was just something about jocks that she didn't trust, this guy looked like a jock. He seemed polite enough but was his greeting genuine or was it just a set up for some dumb prank?<br/><br/>"err yeah?" It was the most eloquent of replies but Sam wasn't exactly sure what was going on, those little cogs of paranoia were going at full speed, was<em>this guy going to hit on her just because she hadn't got changed properly? What kind of world was it where you couldn't make it to your car without some jock either trying to hit on you or embarrass you?</em>When the girl also approached and stood next to the jock that didn't help Sam's paranoia.<em>Was that his girlfriend? Well if it was then he wasn't trying to pick her up, so both of them were out to embarrass her?! Or maybe he was trying to pick her up so that he and his girlfriend could... </em>Sam decided to stop listening to her paranoia for a few seconds to see what was really going on.<br/>