"What do you need?" I asked as I sat down next to him.

"Nothing, these things are just extremely boring, even for me."

I sat there as fan after fan came up and got their personal autograph. "I think I'd be more interested surfing the web in the back."

"No, you're perfectly fine sitting next to me."

I slouched in my chair tilting my head back against the top of the chair, sighing. I heard an annoying voice, a blonde, ditsy and sluttish.

"Hey, John, you look good. Um, I'd love an autograph. You look so much bigger in person. Your muscles look so big." I rolled my eyes listening to the insipid conversation. I knew before I looked what I would see and I was right. A semi-tall, blonde, double d's, a cloth maybe two inches for a shirt and pants. I thought I was done listening to her when she decided to make that shrill of a voice heard again. "I bet you're big… everywhere."

If I hadn't been halfway asleep, I probably would've been on the floor laughing. Could she have been anymore obvious? Or desperate? I swear….

"Well, if you really wanna know you can just ask my girlfriend. You'll tell her, won't you honey?"

…. I think that… wait. Did John just call me honey? I looked over at him. My mouth open and my brows furrowed, I looked from him to her and slowly replied, confused, "Y…e…a."

The blonde looked at me and cocked a slight attitude. "Oh, well, sorry, I thought you liked hot chicks."

I put my hand on John's arm and stood up, in no mood for this bitch's sass. "Actually sweetheart, he likes it when his girls can tie their shoes without his help." I looked down and saw her flip flops and knew that it was too good to be true. "Looks like you don't qualify."

John stood up, pulling on my arm. "Ok. I'm going to take a five minute break be back in a second."

He sat me down on a couch in back room of the gym and sat in front of me in a computer chair. "I don't know what's going on with you and I don't really care right now. You can't talk to the fans like that. They're the customer and…"

"The customer is always right. Yea, I know but you forget I'm leaving. What the customer wants is none of my concern."

"I thought you might think about for a little while before deciding completely that you were going to leave. I was hoping I could talk to you and see if you would stay."

"I'm leaving."

"I don't mean to pry but was it Jeff? Did he do something?"

"No, he didn't do anything." I stood up and walked toward the door. I took the doorknob into my hand and paused, looking back at the man behind me. "He isn't like you."