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The sun was slowly setting down at the park making the sky be colored with the orange and purple tones that the sun made through out the sky. A figure was running on the paths next to the lake. making a black silhouette of his 5.10 feet tall or 178 centimeters. The silhouette revealed a athletic muscle built while although like this would only be visible if you looked against the sun. If you would stand with your back against the sun you would see this person is a the extreme sports star named Steven. Running calmly with nothing on but a pair of shoes and a pair of soccer pants revealing his full athletic muscle built of his upper body and lower legs.


After running a few laps hours in the park Steven runs towards a bench where his shirt lays on together with a bottle of water. He calmly grabs the bottle of water while breathing heavy before he drinks some out of it and throwing some water over his head to cool him off a bit. He started sit next to his shirt on the ground while the water that he just poured over himself was sliding over his body calmly going over the outlines of his muscles making it shine a bit and op out a bit more.

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Isabella didn't run. Ever. It was one of a fair number of sports that she wouldn't touch with a ten-foot bargepole, however much she was paid to do it. So it was seldom that she found herself in the park for any reason save for sunbathing, which was hardly likely at this time of night. There was another reason for her to be here this evening, and it wasn't nearly as much fun as sunbathing. It was, in fact, self-analysis. Something that she'd always hated, but occasionally found necessary.

This evening, though, it wasn't self-contemplation that she'd ended up doing. As she walked through the park, she spotted an empty bench and made towards it, only to find herself beaten to it. That, she supposed, was the disadvantage of never running. But she'd done her fair share of running at school, and had sworn never to do it again if she could help it. She absolutely detested it. Izzy kept herself fit in other ways. More interesting ways, at least in her opinion.

She wasn't sorry to have been beaten to it, though. The runner wasn't bad looking at all. In fact... Ah, why not. She had nothing better to do with herself.

Making her way over towards the bench, Izzy flashed the man a smile. "Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked politely, her slight Italian accent obvious even in those few words.