The U.S. Olympic women's volleyball team had a day off between matches, having just lost in straight sets to Cuba the day before. They were disappointed at the loss, but were trying to focus on the next game, where they were set to face Venezuela. Venezuela should be an easy enough win for the U.S. team, having come off consecutive straight-set losses to both China and Japan.
Kim Glass, one of the team's outside hitters, had gone to grab a cup of coffee to collect her thoughts and put her head in the game. As she left the coffee shop she was thinking about a pivotal call in the previous day's game, where the head referee overruled a call by one of the line judges that may have allowed her team to win the set, possibly changing the momentum of the game. As she played it over in her mind she managed to walk literally right into a man who was actually holding the door open for her. The lid came off of her coffee cup and her drink managed to pour out onto the front of his shirt.
"Oh my god!" she said. "I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay," he replied. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," she said. "I think it all got on you."
"I think you're right," he said, looking her up and down. Kim was a stunning young black woman, by far one of the most attractive athletes competing in the Olympics this year. In fact, she had tried out for the reality show America's Next Top Model five times before joining a pro volleyball team in Turkey. At well over six feet, she was almost eye-to-eye with the tall stranger standing in front of her.
"What can I do to make it up to you?" she asked, not sure what she could do.
"Nothing," he said. "I'll be fine, really. I'll just head to my room and change shirts."
"Are you sure I can't do anything?" she asked.
"Not unless you feel like keeping me company for a while," he suggested.
She took a moment to decide, although it felt like several minutes to her as she took in the situation. He was a very attractive man, maybe five years her senior. He was quite tall, which was very important to someone of her height. He seemed to be in good shape and she found herself wondering for a moment exactly how well-formed his body really was. She figured there would be no harm in spending some time with him, so she agreed to keeping him company.
As they walked to his room, they shared a few details with each other. His name was Dave and he was in Beijing to see his sister play for Canada's women's softball team. He had travelled solo, so he had his own room, although it was quite small.
They entered the room and Dave immediately went to the dresser, where he had unpacked the majority of his clothes into the drawers. He pulled out another shirt and tossed it onto the king-sized bed, then took his off and went into the bathroom. She made herself comfortable in a chair as she heard the water running. When he finished cleaning his shirt to the best of his ability he hung it on the shower curtain rod and returned to the room. Kim took this opportunity to admire his trimmed and toned physique. Standing at about six-foot-four, he probably weighed about two hundred and twenty pounds, if she were to guess. It was obvious that he was an active person, since no one at his age would be able to maintain a physique like that unless he worked out regularly.
He took his time putting the clean shirt on as he asked her a question. She was distracted, however, and didn't answer him. As he looked at her he realized that her eyes were on his chiseled abdominal muscles.
"Kim?" he asked as his shirt fell into place.
