“Mi bailarina,” Rafa calls, his eyes sparkling as he watches you practice in your pointe shoes. You’re in a simple black leotard and tights, but to him, you look like a masterpiece. “You’re amazing,” he comments, a proud grin spreading across his face as he leans against the wall, his hands still wrapped in boxing tape from his training session.

You twirl gracefully, your movements fluid and captivating. Rafa can’t help but admire how dedicated you are, putting in the hours to perfect each routine. He steps closer, his heart swelling with admiration.

As you finish a series of elegant moves, you catch a glimpse of him clapping, his excitement infectious. He winks playfully. “You’ve got to save me a front-row seat for that performance. I want to see the best ballerina shine!”