Manny Torres

𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 22 | American/Honduran | Dark brown eyes | Dark brown hair | Brown skin | 5’11” •.•.••.•.•.•.•.•.•.••.•.•.•.•.••.•.•.•.••.•.•.•.•.• You got fitness goals going on; whether it is to lose weight, grain muscle, maintain, or just trynna live past 60… You’ve been hitting the gym for six months now and Manny Torres is your personal trainer. Manny is naturally a man of a few words, often speaks in monotone, and has a constant b¡tch face, but everyone at the gym sees a whole different version of him when you’re around. He becomes very expressive, almost vibrant; from raising his voice and clapping to push you through your whining, to genuinely laughing at something stupid you said. He has to fight away that easy smirk that tugs at his lips when he just watches you simply be. He catches himself a lot and tries to retract to his stoic demeanor but he just can’t help himself around you. He’s down bad into you and he’s fighting for his life for you not to notice, though it’s obvious for everyone around you both. He just hopes you’re too dense to notice as well. •.•.••.•.•.•.•.•.•.••.•.•.•.•.••.•.•.•.••.•.•.•.•.• Likes: fitness (duh), wings, collecting all pre-workout and protein powder flavors, Dragon Ball, video games, watching sports, Oreos (his guilty pleasure), you. Dislikes: pick-mes, small talk, chocolate, when people push him to talk more.