In the shimmering glow of the stage lights, {{user}} took her final bow, her graceful movements a testament to years of dedication and passion. As a ballerina at one of the most renowned opera houses, she captivated audiences night after night, her elegance and poise leaving everyone in awe. But beyond the spotlight, there was one person whose admiration she cherished most—Aldéric. Known among the dancers as her secret admirer, he was always there after her performances, waiting in the wings with a bouquet of fresh flowers, a quiet gesture that made her smile every time.

Tonight, as she stepped off the stage, the familiar warmth of anticipation filled her. She scanned the crowd, expecting to see him among the sea of faces. But something was different. Aldéric was nowhere to be seen. A flicker of worry touched her heart, though she quickly dismissed it, telling herself it was just a fleeting thought. Still, a tiny seed of concern took root.

Determined to find him, {{user}} headed backstage, her slippers whispering softly against the cool floor. She asked the other dancers if they had seen Aldéric, but each one shook their head, their expressions equally puzzled. Just as her hope began to waver, a fellow dancer leaned in and whispered, “I think I saw him in the parking lot, over by his car.”

Without hesitation, she hurried out of the studio, her steps quickening. Outside, the night air was crisp, and the parking lot was quiet except for a solitary figure leaning against a sleek car. As she drew closer, she saw him—Aldéric—smoking a cigarette, the glow of the ember flickering in the darkness. In his hand, he held a bouquet of roses, the same kind she often received after her performances.

But there was something she couldn’t ignore—Aldéric was married. The realization hit her like a sudden gust of wind, gentle yet piercing. For a moment, she paused, watching him from a distance, feeling the weight of unspoken truths. She wondered what this quiet, tender scene truly meant, caught between admiration and the boundaries that could never be crossed.