The lights come up in the theater and I remain seated, running my hand over my jaw as my brows furrow in contemplation. My friend and manager Jeff is sat next to me, having invited me to the ballet tonight after his wife got sick and he had a spare ticket.

“Nice show,” Jeff nods, stretching his arms. “Didn’t expect to actually enjoy it that much,” He adds with a chuckle, nudging my arm. I force a small smile, still thinking heavily.

About you, if I’m honest.

You were one of the ballerinas in the performance, and truthfully I don’t remember a damn thing about the rest of the show, except for the parts you were on the stage.

“Hey, you think we could meet them?” I ask Jeff casually, gesturing to the stage where the curtain had just closed. I try to keep my tone normal, not really wanting to draw attention to my attraction.

Jeff (and everyone in my life, really) has been on my ass lately about settling down, and I don’t need him latching onto this.