Time to confront Mike

You throw on some jeans and a t-shirt before hopping in your car and driving to Mikes house.

About 20 minutes later you find yourself outside a huge mansion.

"Damn, rich kids." You think to yourself.

You walk up and knock on the door.

"Fuck. Here we go." You say quietly.

The door opens.

'ah, Joe! Come on in." Mike greets you as he steps aside and waves you into his mansion.

He's shirtless, showing off his huge pecs, washboard abs and his bulging arms.

You're reminded how outmatched you are when it comes to physical fitness.

You feel like you've walked into a den of lions, and Mike is the king.

"Thanks" You reply, entering his home.

Mike closes the door behind you. There was no going back now.