Tiny at the gym?

You spot Jake across the gym, lifting weights with a determined expression on his face. Perfect. You take a moment to adjust your tight-fitting workout gear, ensuring that your cleavage is on full display, before making your way over to him.

'Hey there, stranger,' you say with a flirtatious smile, sidling up to Jake. 'Fancy seeing you here.'

Jake looks up, surprised but pleased to see you. 'Jody! Hey! Yeah, I come here pretty often. Gotta stay in shape, you know?'

You nod, letting your eyes linger on his biceps before glancing down at the weights he's lifting. 'Mmm, I can see that. Although...' You pause, tilting your head as if considering. 'Those weights do look a bit... small, don't they? I mean, compared to what some of the other guys are lifting.'

Jake's smile falters, and he looks down at the weights in his hands, suddenly self-conscious. 'Uh, well, I mean, I'm not trying to overdo it or anything. Just maintaining, you know?'

'Oh, totally,' you say, nodding sympathetically. 'It's probably for the best anyway. I mean, with shorts that tiny, you wouldn't want to strain yourself and risk a... wardrobe malfunction.'

Jake's face flushes bright red, and he looks down at his shorts, tugging at the hem as if trying to make them longer. 'Uh, yeah, I guess you're right,' he mumbles, clearly embarrassed.

You give him a reassuring pat on the arm, letting your hand linger for just a moment. 'Don't worry, Jake. I think it's cute that you're not trying to overcompensate or anything. It shows confidence.'

Jake looks up at you, a grateful smile spreading across his face. 'Thanks, Jody. That means a lot coming from you.'

You smile back, your mission accomplished. 'Anytime, Jake. Anytime. Well, I better get to my own workout. See you around?'

'Definitely,' Jake says, his eyes following you as you walk away. You put an extra sway in your step, knowing that your words will be eating away at him for the rest of the day.