Amaya left the locker room fully clean and ready to go to work. She checked her phone for the time. 1hour, that was just enough time to walk to work at a pace that wouldn't get her sweaty. Which reminded her, she should probably get her car fixed, she had no knowledge of cars and if she wanted-"Oof!" The sound came out of Amaya's mouth as she whacked face first into a sturdy object. Her phone fell from her hands and her bag slipped off her arm with a loud [i]THUD[/i]. It took her a moment to blink away the stars and to clear her jostled head, when she realized she had fell down and landed on her butt. Finally, she looked up to see what she ran into. She probably looked ridiculous right now.

Then it dawned on her, she ran head first into a [i]person[/i]. The pillar of a man looked practically unfazed at what had just occurred. "I'm so sorry!" Amaya squeaked. His flaming red hair suddenly made her realize that she knows him some where. But where? She wasn't quite sure, but she definitely didn't want to get on this guy's bad side. Even if she did know martial arts, any wrong move and she'd probably end up in the ER. Especially in the condition she was in.

She should probably get up, but she stared at the lumbering male. She couldn't shake the feeling that she has at least heard of him from someone. [i]"Think, Amaya, think!"[/i] She mentally scolded herself. She stared harder as if the answers would come if she just saw the right thing. [i]"Let's see, red hair, thick beard, tan-ish skin, hazel eyes, scars, a lot of muscle..."[/i] At this point it was almost infuriating that she couldn't figure it out.