This Is What I'm Good At {Adopted By @CommanderALFA}

Where To Next?

I went in a pattern, with the jog first, then cycling, then leg lifts, then jumping jacks... I did each of these fifteen minutes each (Of course, I had one-minute breaks in between the jumping jacks and leg lifts).

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It was tiring... Okay, exhausting. That much I'll say. I repeated the cycle three times, which made up a three-hour workout. Not a bad workout for me in one day.

It was currently eleven-thirty, according to the gym's giant digital wall clock. I figured I was done for the day. So I went to the shower room, took a shower (Because, let's face it, I reek of sweat and oil right now), and changed into my clothes: A black round-neck t-shirt, a white jacket with two black stripes running down the sleeves, black jeans, and my everyday Converse. I gotta remind myself to get a new pair of shoes soon...

I left the gym with my bag slung over my shoulder, and took a look around the place I was in. It was a little part of the city. Not too many high-rising buildings, which I like, and not too many buildings in the first place. Seems calming. I could get used to this area.

I walked over to my bike, which was locked to a lamp post, and placed my duffel bag on the back. I unlocked my bike and shoved the lock in the compartment under my seat, and then got onto the seat, revved up the engine, and drove off. I checked my bike's fuel; it's been a while since I last refilled its tank. It seemed it was about to go empty soon, so I rode off to the nearest gas station, since I left all my containers of gasoline back at ho-... Back at the Haddock household.

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I ran out of gas right as I arrived at the station. I stopped the bike and set its stand down near the gasoline pumps. I kept my helmet on - didn't want to risk any chance of being recognized, not that it's likely. I grabbed the pump and opened the tank of my bike, pouring the gasoline in it. I filled it up to prepare for a long ride ahead.

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My next stop after the gas station was at a small diner in the middle of the small town. 'This town seems so...retro,' I thought. It was quite cozy, and the people walking on the sidewalks seem kind and friendly as well.

I walked into the diner, my helmet still on my head. The inside was bustling with people chattering with one another, dishes being given to customers, piled together at the sink, and the oil sizzling on the burning pans on the stove. Though the tinted visor of my helmet made it a bit difficult to see clearly, I could still tell what everyone was wearing. I gotta say, I liked the 80's theme these people have going on. In fact, the entire town I was in seemed 80's-themed...

Old school town, I guess.

I took a seat at a booth table near the corner of the diner, and (albeit hesitantly) decided to remove my helmet.

I did so slowly, then placed it on the table. I picked up the menu that was placed on the table and held it in front of my face. I didn't want to risk so much as one word of my name.

A waitress came by a few moments later and asked what it was I wanted. I realized then that I'd been so focused on not being noticed by anyone, I'd forgotten to actually look at the items on the menu.

I'm such a genius...

"Oh, uh...do you mind coming back a bit later? I, uh, didn't decide yet," I told her. She just nodded with a small smile on her face, then went to a different table for the meantime.

I sighed, sinking into the chair. I blinked to focus on the menu in my hands.

Even the dishes here seemed so retro! Bacon and eggs, shortstack pancakes, pies, hashbrowns... And that's just the breakfast side of the menu! What else do I have to say?