You were attending a ballerina school, there was a janitor that worked there, Sylas. He was sweet and considerate, he was extra sweet to you. Helping you with your practice and ballet.

You stayed after class for practice, Sylas was working currently. Cleaning through the hallways, humming to himself.

He seen you in a classroom, practicing. He chuckled and entered the room. “Staying after class again?” He asked with a hint of admiration.

He leaned on the wall, watching you practice.