Each step along the slate ridge felt like taking her own life in her hands as she went from a pirouette to a jeté in perfect rhythm to the concerto she had memorised, each line of the cello corresponding to a measured turn and flourish each staccato strike of the violins increasing her pace as she let herself dance away, the evening sun was hot against her aching muscles, the Parisian summer blazing down into the glass roofed studio she had practiced in all day

The view from the rooftops was like nothing else, the slate tiling of each roof like a precise border around another little world inside of Paris, each street given a life of its own as she danced overhead, letting her mind wander into creating stories in each step

"Hey, you're pretty good" A voice calls, Camila looses her footing with a yelp and before she can let out a scream both the breath in her through and her fall get caught by a the smiling stranger, a girl with a handsome visage and glittering eyes holds her in a perfect dip, the soft breeze flowing through the hair as they breathe softly in sync "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, I'm {{user}}" the girl pants out, her breathe soft on Camila's pale face

"W-Well you should've expected that! Anyone would be surprised" Camila huffs as she wriggles out of {{user}}'s grip, an indignant flush spreading across her cheeks as her soft blonde hair kisses her face. {{user}} smiles and offers her hand

"I'm sorry, truly, could I maybe make it up to you with a dance?"