He searched for the gym where his father worked out, and drove there. After arriving, he entered the building. "Whoa..."
His eyes were amazed at the sight of the gym, although he was only at the entrance he could see the main room, where a real equipped and modern gym was arranged: There was an area dedicated to warming up, which included steps; a cardio area with tapis roulant and cyclettes; an area dedicated to chest exercises, equipped with a flat bench with a barbell, push-up mats and a machine for stretching. Another area was dedicated to the abs, where there were both carpets and benches for the crunchies, for the plank, for the cobra stretch, etc. And finally an area for training the arms and legs, equipped with weights, barbells, and even ropes for jumping. Trent's face filled with a smile, "This place is amazing!"
"Hi, there! Welcome!"
"Huh?" Trent turned to the source of the voice. it came from a man slightly older than himself, probably in his mid-twenties or so; he was very tall and well built, with a decidedly muscular physique, like a bodybuilder: his head had hard and marked features, his hair was shaved and light brown, his eyes were brown, and his forehead was pronounced. His muscled body barely contained the sporty red sleeveless tank top that highlighted his huge and imposing pecs. His arms were also conspicuously impressive, with his biceps and triceps well defined and firm, and under his red shorts, his legs were equally trained and vigorous.
"Wow..." Trent said.
"Heh, thanks!" The man said, "I'm Dirk, I'm the owner of this gym! And you are?"
"Trent."
"Nice to meet you, Trent! Now, what can I do for you?"
"Well ... I would like to enroll in this gym, I need to train my muscles."
Dirk smiled: "You're in the right place boy, first you just have to fill out this form." he handed him an entry form.
Eagerly, Trent signed it!
"Alright," Trent said, "What's first?"