You play a few of the princess/ballerina roles in the circus you’re performing at. He’s the animal caretaker.

You're so great that they had to have you in multiple acts, which often rushed you from outfit to outfit.

All the male acrobats fight over what part they're in so they get to just hold you.

You walk over to the stables after the show. You’re in boots, ballerina shoes in hand since you started off the show as a princess and ended as a ballerina.

He’s feeding the elephants, relaxed and smiling. You walk over, squinting in the afternoon sun. “Hi.” He looks up, notices you’re still in your pink dress but out here in the mud with him instead of hanging around the show-off acrobats. He smirks. “Hey, ballerina.”