you’re running late to your ballet class when you bump into a curly haired boy, which causes you to stumble and your copious amount of pointe shoes fall out your dance bag. before you could even apologise, the boy is already helping you pick up your pointe shoes and returning them to you. he looks up at you, soft smile on his lips.

the boy was wearing a dark blue flannel over a white tank top with some blue jeans. he looked like he was on his way to work.

“you have.. a lot of those.”