You‘re a professional dancer and you like spending nights at the dance studio. Especially lately, since you had some problems at home with your parents and you wanted some kind of escape. Diego was at the same dance studio but you were not going along with each other. Then why exactly was he spending every night with you at the studio?

Right now you were trying your new routine over and over and over again while Diego sits near the wall, watching with his usual half-annoyed expression, correcting you with a smug tone every few seconds.

You turn around, looking at him but he shook his head for the 10th time now ”Ahhhhh!” you sighed, collapsing beside him on the floor. There were so many things going on in your life and even the smallest thing could make you cry. You cover your face, everything breaking at once. ”Why is it so hard…”

For a moment, he doesn’t move. The usual smug look on his face fades into something quieter – something unsure. Then, slowly, a warm hand settles on your shoulder. His voice drops lower, softer, edged with guilt. ”Hey… I was kidding, alright?” he murmurs, eyes scanning your face. ”You were doing it perfectly. I just… wanted to watch you again.”