Snippet #2262871

Britton was enjoying the peaceful sensation of rhythmicly going wall to wall without interrupted, or at least until he was interrupted. He must have been swimming too close to the side of his lane but for one reason or another he accidentally high-fived the person in the lane next to him, which was cool in concept but awkward when the tingle in his hand was drastically amplified and he stopped to see that it was the girl from before in the lane beside him.

"You Again?" he whispered to himself almost in awe. This was the third time today. The first time he saw her was weird. The second time was weirder and he didn't even know how to respond to a third chance meeting, and clearly there was no way they were following one another seeing that they had been entering the same areas at entirely different times, he had seen the same girl swimming in her lane before he arrived without realizing it was her so it wasn't like she followed him here.

He massaged his palm, trying to get the feeling to go away but the warm sting of the contact wasn't going away, maybe he was allergic to this girl, it was the only logical answer.

"Sorry, I hope I didn't ruin a timing." He apologized and looked to the trainer at the end of her lane. They timed races in swimming right? Either way he couldn't think of anything else to say, it was better than "Why are you showing up everywhere? And why do you make me feel so strange?"