Chuck was wearing work out clothing, the stretchy fabic of the shirt showing off his barely adequate frame. He wasn't thin, nor was he overweight, but muscly wouldn't be a good description either. Yet he seemed to move freely as he pummeled the boxing bag with all his might, clearly following a simple routine.
The hotel gym was empty at eleven pm and though there was an entrance accessible from the street, Chuck would have to buzz Allison in when she arrived. He kept an eye on the window so he would see her approach.