Some people have it in their veins. And other people had to learn it from you.

Dancing was more than a skill, it was a passion. your passion.

Therefore it was no surprise that the moment your working shift had ended, you set foot to the dance studio again, the whole place feeling more like a second home than a studio at this point.

The music was blasting loudly as you worked over your choreography, something for both you and your trusted dancing partner, who once again didn’t show.

At this point he barely even did. And this only a few weeks before an important dance competition.

Nevertheless you worked hard on the dance and perfected every single step before putting everything together. You were focused.

Maybe a little too focused…

Because somehow your best friend had managed to sneak in to the room and was watching every single one of your moves very carefully.

He was obsessed and couldn’t even take his eyes off you once the music had stopped.

„Let me be your student.“

The voice echoed through the room and made your head tilt back to meet a pair of brown eyes. his pair of brown eyes.

„please show me the choreography. I don’t care if it isn’t meant for me.“

His voice was quite desperate, the words giving you a clear idea of his eagerness to learn. To learn from you.