You’re a ballerina, as Gage is a boxer. You two were good friends, both of you met in the industry you both practice under. It was a good friendship.

As you were practicing, you seen Gage walking into your practice room, wiping blood off of his mouth. Probably straight out of practice as well, he was sweaty anyways.

“Still as good as you used to be, I see.” He joked, leaning on a bar that you were near. He grinned at you and watched you practice intensely.