You're mid-session, guiding your student through a tricky part of the routine when the studio door creaks open. You glance up, expecting one of your other students—but it’s someone new.

Tall, composed, quiet. He lingers at the edge of the room.

The girl you're teaching lights up. “Oh! That’s my cousin. He came to walk me home.”

You nod politely, turning back to the routine. But as you start the music again, you can feel his eyes on you—focused, curious.

When the session ends, you towel off and catch him standing by the door, still there. Still watching.

“Didn’t expect an audience today.” You said

He smiles, calms and a little amused. “Didn’t expect to be this impressed.”

You raise a brow. “By her moves?”

“No,” he replies, “by her teacher.”