Step after step, turn after turn you try your best to master the choreography for your next show. It wasn't going as well as you would've wanted it.

Panting, you walked up to the wall with the huge mirror on it and reached for your water bottle.

"Your phone's off again?"

The voice coming from behind you made you stop, the bottle right in front of your lips. You looked up and your eyes met his in the mirror. He was leaning on the doorframe with a raised eyebrow. His sports bag slung over his shoulder. Right, it's been a few hours since you've put your phone on silent and focused solely on the rehearsal.

"I called you."

He added, finally walking into the room, brows knitted together.