Zane used the punching bag set in front of him as a method to transfer his inner turmoil onto the fabric. With his knuckles loosely bandaged by a few thin lines of tape, he began to deliver swift jabs, cross punches, and uppercuts to the bag. He continued with this therapy up until the feeling of a hand upon his back forced him to turn with a prepared punch from being surprised. As he turned however, he saw the kind face of Candace that forced him to drop his hand immediately and apologize while he rested out of breath in front of her. Retrieving his shirt from the nearby bench, Zane then covered up his torso and used a nearby towel to remove any lingering sweat before she took a seat beside him.
“I am so sorry, Zane…” She commented while placing her hand upon his own. With her eyes leve
