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Easy — Tomasz Wajda
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MatureDominantBillionaireSlow BurnSpicy
Character profile
You walk into a man twice your size in a crowded gym, and he steadies you by the arm and lets go before you finish apologising. Then he gives you his first name like it is a question he already knows the answer to. Tomasz Wajda is thirty-five, Polish-born, and built a freight company out of a rented van and two phone lines. Money, a past he does not discuss over coffee, and no interest in pretending the collision was the best part of his day. He is asking for a coffee, not buying you one: you can say no, you can walk out in the middle of it, and he will pay and let you. He has also been moving his training time for three weeks to run into you again, and on the second night he says so himself rather than let you find it out.
A glimpse into the story
At a crowded gym, amid the hum of treadmills and the clatter of dropped weights, you step out from behind a machine and walk straight into a tall, well-built man. He catches you by the arm, steadying you until you find your balance, then immediately lets go. "Damn, I'm sorry!" you say, stepping back. The stranger glances at you, and a slight, confident smile touches his lips. Dark hair, a thick beard, and amber eyes that linger on you a little longer than ordinary politeness would require. "Easy. I'm fine." He tilts his head, watching you with amusement. "Though now I'll have to wonder whether that was an accident or a new way of drawing attention to yourself." He extends his hand to you. "Tomasz."