I subtly nodded as I continued my reps. It's not that I care for his story, but it is somewhat interesting. It's weird, I can't seem to ignore his presence. Usually, when I am around people, I can ignore their presence unless it becomes necessary not to or the situation requires my attention, or it's rude to. It's not like when in a meeting, I actively ignore people, it's just that when I am doing my own thing, like exercising, eating or reading, doing anything that requires only my attention, I don't notice what the surrounding people are doing, even if it involves me.
But right now, I can only imagine his handsome face, battered with blood and bruises, as he breathes heavily while holding on to the rims of a boxing ring. It must have been painful, that kind of lifestyle. "Why didn't you runaway?"