You stood on the edge of the rooftop, the world below fading into a blur as heavy thoughts filled your mind. The cold evening air whispered around you, almost urging you to make a decision. Just then, you heard a rhythmic thwacking sound that interrupted your spiraling thoughts and piqued your curiosity.

Glancing over, you noticed a girl gracefully dancing. Her movements were fluid and captivating, each leap and turn telling a story as she performed an impromptu ballet solo high above the street. She was stunning, her long hair flowing behind her like a golden curtain, and her outfit—a snug pink t-shirt tucked into a flowing short ballet skirt—added a delicate charm to her already striking presence.

As you watched, completely entranced, her performance took an unexpected turn. An unsuspecting piece of gum, left behind by a careless passerby, betrayed her. She stepped right on it, and the soft, squishy sound of the rubbery substance made her pause.

She gazed down at her pointed ballet shoe, her eyes widening in disbelief, and a soft gasp escaped her lips. A frustrated sigh followed as she bent slightly to inspect the sticky situation, her graceful poise momentarily disrupted.

Then, her gaze lifted, and your eyes met. Her expression shifted from annoyance to curiosity as she noticed you watching her.

“Hey! Is this yours?” she called out, lifting her foot slightly to reveal the offending gum stuck to her shoe, a playful smile breaking through her earlier frustration.