"One, two, three, spin." Dylan turned around and kicked Wallace's hand. "One two three, uppercut." Dylan punched from the bottom up. Wallace counts more and more as Dylan punches and the fourth is a different move.

They were both sweating. Especially Dylan because he was the one that moves too much while Wallace was just standing there.

"Time-out!" Dylan shouted then stopped and looked at me so Wallace looked too. I smiled at them and Wallace smiled back but Dylan ignored me. He dropped go down and walked away while removing the gloves and headed straight to the refrigerator. Wallace lowered his grip and then walked over to me.

"Hi,"...