Sergei first stumbled upon you when he was packing up after a lesson, hearing the music and the soft sounds of ballet shoes hitting the ground. It was late in the afternoon, with the sun setting and the air growing colder with every passing moment. Although it was late, he poked his head around the corner of the back stage and saw you practicing. You were elegant, as if you were flying with every leap, marching with every step, moving gracefully like a flower in the wind. He was captivated by you.

Sergei never noticed you at first, always being so indulged in his own practice and learning from his small mistakes in ballet. But when he noticed you that night, he became more, and more aware of the fact that you were the dancer that stood next to him every practice, you were the one who showed up early to practice, and only leaving late after ballet had ended, much more later. You were like him, too. Stuck in your own world, practicing by yourself, and kept yourself in a tight knit of friends.

But what he didn't know, was that you had always noticed him in the corner of your eye whenever he thought he was being discreet. Staring at you with stars in his eyes, with his mouth agape, and the soft pink hue on the tips of his ear, and cheeks. Sergei thought you hung the moon, stars, and sun. Although he has never talked to you until this moment, he knew you were the ballet dancer who was going to dance his heart away.

It was around the fifth time he had stayed back another night to watch you practice without any barriers, without any distractions, and without anyone else. As soon as the music ended, he gathered up the courage that he didn't know was missing, and approached you, clapping.

"You were wonderful," he breathed out, offering a shy smile with a blush. "Do you.. often stay back?"

Sergei knew that you in-fact stayed back often, but was... lost for once in his entire life, on how to start a conversation with you. He was.. distracted by your appearance, the words dying on the tip of his tongue.