So why me

04:10pm

"Adam, try not to spread your legs when you run. Yes, it's slightly better and now wave your arms."

A lollipop that she rotates along her tongue, sitting with her legs crossed on a comfortable leather chair, brought to her by one of her men after she asked for it, Jessica watches Adam's training with awe. She has to admit it, even in her most pessimistic moments, she would never have thought, that it would be so catastrophic. The word catastrophic is actually rather weak, because she doubts that it is even humanly possible to succeed in all the counter-exploits that her boyfriend manages to accomplish before her eyes.

To start their session, Jessica naturally asked Adam to get in shape by starting slowly with a small session of basic stretching. However, from the beginning it was beyond her imagination, because when Adam took one of his leg in his hands, this mean little cranky animal lost his balance and slumped heavily on the ground, injuring himself its chin at the same time.

20 minutes and three bandages later, Jessica attended to a unique act of its kind. Adam, who in his words would be on bad terms with gravity when both his legs are not firmly inked on the ground, proved it after four more falls. Jessica, who was too anxious to attend this certainly daily tragedy, ended up keeping her eyes closed. She then felt that floor exercises would be more suitable for this very special boy, who hadn't got up after his last fall.

Jessica is an open-minded person, she believes that everyone has a place in society. For her, like an anthill, society is a whole where everyone in their place and must make their contribution, however small. She is well aware that in each anthill there is only one Queen and it's by stroking her long blond hair she can only thank the fate that this privileged position has been granted to her. However, and this is a rather dramatic question, thinking that her boyfriend's place is flush with the ground makes her very sad, so sad that her right hand keeps hitting the armrest of her chair nervously. Jessica, a determined expression on her face, decided at that moment which way to go. She, the Queen, must make this clumsy worker a Prince, then Prince, she will make him her brilliant and skillful King.

Jessica's determined eyes moved towards her worker, soon to be King, and then lost all their brilliance. "And two. I was almost there, but you have to admit, it hurts everywhere to do abs."

For Jessica whose fantasy broke even faster than he was born in her fertile and romantic mind, that's too much and she has to find a way to motivate this little soft man no matter what. "John, do you have what I asked you to bring?"

John, one of Jessica's private bodyguards approaches his lady with a small Samsung tablet in her hand. After receiving confirmation, he turns it on, then searches for the Youtube application. After a few quick manipulations with his big fingers, he stretches his thumb towards Jessica, who nods her head in his direction. John approaches Adam before putting the tablet on the floor and after pressing play, Adam feels a new energy invading his body that screams and demands exercise.

First when there's nothing

But a slow glowing dream

That your fear seems to hide

Deep inside your mind

All alone I have cried

Silent tears full of pride

In a world made of steel

Made of stone

On Flashdance's What A Feeling sung by beautiful Irene Cara, Adam's body moves up and down at high speed, while Jessica and John wink at each other that only those who practice the floor exercises will be able to understand.

Jessica immediately spotted this particularity of Adam on their first date. At the café, his shirt full of Coca-Cola was the result of music that dragged his arms and chest into an improvised choreography, as she burst out laughing. Later, he tore the arm off a Balmain jacket when he raged in a store that played old music by Jermaine Jackson and Pia Zadora. Jessica understood at that moment that like some insects that mate while singing, her boyfriend only becomes active when the music accompanies her daily life.

04h55pm

When Adam lifts the basketball, his forehead blushes as he makes a first observation:

[It's really very heavy.] At school, Adam doesn't remember the last sports class during which he sweated. His comrades who have always ignored him, have never passed the ball to him and the teachers who have pitied him, give him a passing grade to salute his effort to be present. However, today, this ball in his hands, Adam, who, taking into account his little hands, has always played basketball with soccer balls, has such difficulty holding this thing in his arms that he thinks he is carrying the world on his shoulders.

A quick glance to his right to observe his girlfriend whose thighs inspire him more than ever and Adam, who is a man, thinks that he cannot send a bad image of himself back to his beautiful. For a long time his eyes were directed towards the basketball basket that taunted him at an impressive height. His left hand is placed under this balloon, which is definitely too big for him, his knees bend more or less smoothly and then after a small jump, his right hand pushes to the back of the balloon.

The balloon rises slowly. As if it was floating, more than as if it were propelled, it does not turn on itself. During this moment of grace during which time seems to have stopped, Jessica stares at the object in flight with her clenched fists. With a beating heart, she prays for Adam to score this stupid basket, which would also give him some self-confidence. The gesture was beautiful, the jump adapted and yet the gods are not in Adam's favor and when the ball falls to the ground again even before reaching the height of the basketball basket, Adam's eyes move towards to the same parquet floor. A tear is already in the corner of his eye but Adam refuses to give up this time. Jessica rented the gym specifically for him to test his skills, bought him a jogging suit and even played What A Feeling for him. A feeling of a second wind that he didn't think he had relieves his tension and depression as he lifts his head and smiles at Jessica.