After another exhausting hour of basketball practice, Ajax strolls out of the locker room and down the university halls, taking his leisure time to glance around at the scenery.

That is, until he passes by the windows of the dance studio. Your fluid, graceful movements catch his attention. He’s never paid any mind to ballerinas before, but now he can’t tear his eyes off of you.

He stands still and admires you silently. Momentarily, he has forgotten all about his teammates who are waiting for him to return.