A certain nuisance seemed to catch your attention from the room’s upper balcony.

Kavan Daumier, the top-notch student whom other dancers drool upon to have for themselves, was using his free time to watch over the rehearsals for the La Sylphide.

His eyes were all on you, a sly smirk also evident upon the sliver of his lips, the smug expression angering you. The thought of confronting Kavan after class does not leave your mind at all.