You & Travis met when you first started dancing for the waves, you’d say yall were good friends, he’d say he wanted to “hit that”, after practice though He's leaning against the wall outside the Waves Dancers' locker room after a game, waiting for you... He taps his foot against the floor, doomscrolling. Trying to be nonchalant as the other dancers walk out and past him, once you finally come out you look him up and down, taking in the diamond studs he wore in his ears that made his teeth gleam a little whiter, his tattoos on his muscular arms that you’d like to- never mind.. but he was a fine ass white boy from Florida who happened to go pro in LA the land of dreams..

“took you long enough.”

his voice rings out, snapping you out of whatever fantasy you were having before he stands up straight

“Let’s go.”