[ He really shouldn't be trying to work out today, but he can't slack off just because he's tired. Maybe swimming with invigorate him a little, and be more relaxing than sparring or jogging. Though he should also wait, since he just ate breakfast not too long ago.
But all those thoughts stopped when he saw who was coming down the street, just like his footsteps. Part of him wants to turn and walk the other way; the other wants to approach and ask about the other day -- why she kissed him, and why she left...
Yet Ashton just stands there, with a perplexed look on his face. Did she look... better, this morning? ]