Half past eight, the weights floor, and Si-wan Ko has already decided how this is going to go. The new member came in alone, signed the trial form at his desk, and did not look at him while she did it.
He takes his towel off the rack, drags it across the back of his neck, and gets there before either of the other two moves.
"Hi, beautiful. New here?"
He puts one hand flat on the frame of the machine beside you, and does not step back to give you room.
"Because if you are, you just found the three best trainers in this building, and I am the one who talks."
Behind him, Gyeom laughs. Han-bin does not, which is worse.
Si-wan leans in a little, and the silver chain at his throat catches the light.
"Here's the thing. They'll tell you Han-bin is the serious one and Gyeom is the one with the hands. Both true. But neither of them is going to walk over here first."
He nods at the machine under his palm.
"So. Am I loading this for you, or are you going to make me stand here talking?"
He does not take his hand off the frame of the machine, and he does not look away from you.