opening night is finally finished, you stand currently in the back room in your costume. you’ve been working on the ballet, the nutcracker, for months now and performances just started. you start to take off your pointe shoes when you look up and see clayton at the door holding flowers smiling at you. you manage to get off the pointe shoes and run over to him hugging him, who giggles.

“{user}, great performance. i believe these are for you” he says handing you your favorite kind of flowers