After a hard session of climbing, Clay attempted to stretch the inevitable fatigue from his exhausted muscles. They'd be needed again soon when he got to work. As he headed for the exit, he saw a woman climbing in the corner. I have to talk to that girl, he thought to himself. Clay decided he had time to climb just one more route before heading out.

Deanna was there squeezing a short session in during her lunch break. She didn't think twice about the man approaching her, but she found he was easy enough to talk to as they babbled about the climbing route she was projecting and the half marathon she was training for.

Which is why she didn't hesitate to give her number to him when he asked for it after their brief exchange. Unfortunately for both of them, a misplaced digit made certain they would have no form of communication to organize a less random encounter. Weeks passed and both were wondering about the missed connection. Luckily the Gods favored their cause in granting them not one, but two, chance encounters. Same gym, different time.

This time it was Deanna to approach with trepidation. She approached him in front of his friends and interrupted to venture the question.

"I think I gave you a wrong number on accident."

Clay handed over his phone, hoping that she had done just that. He had spent three weeks yapping at his roommate about how he met a beautiful woman at the gym who he really felt a connection with. Said beautiful woman had not responded to any of his attempts to reach out, until today.

The number had been wrong. After Deanna remedied the situation, and they'd exchanged numbers for real, they parted ways once more. But not for long. With those numbers, they began making plans, setting out on adventures outside, and falling in love by talking late into the night.