12:00 [n.h. au]

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"Good afternoon, Nialler." Jessica, the owner of the dance studio greets me.

"Good Afternoon, Mrs. Mills." I greet back. She smiles politely at me and pats my shoulder with her wrinkly hand. She's the oldest here. She used to be a great dancer, from what I hear from everyone.

"You're wasting your time here, boy," she sighs and looks at me with sad eyes.

"No, not at all. I try to save money and the work isn't hard. Besides, everyone is very good here," I reply to her and she smiles while she fixes her stereotype ballet bun.
"Okay almost everyone..." I add and we laugh.

"I know, Rose can be a tad harsh, but she means no harm," She reassures me. "Oh God, I have to go. Bye darling."

"Bye." I tell her and she walks out of the door.

I take my cell phone out of my pocket and place it on the bench in the dancing room. I start cleaning the mirrors that cover the walls and I quietly hum to a tune I heard on the radio.

After fifteen minutes of cleaning I get up and head to the toilet downstairs. Suddenly I hear the front door shutting. I probably wouldn't have closed it before and the wind shut it. I wash my hands and climb the stairs as I listen classical music coming from the dancing room. I take some cautious steps towards the entrance and I see a not very tall girl with dirty blonde hair and honey like eyes doing some twists and turns on these....weird shoes that dancers wear, and I always wonder how they don't break their toes in these but anyway.

Her body is moving gracefully with the music, her long and lean arms harmonize with the moving of her body, succeeding her dance moves. Then out of the blue she sees me and screams, she looks like she's losing her balance and I run to catch her but I end up falling on top of her .

She groans in complain just like me. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to catch you." I apologize.

"No, no it's okay. Don't worry." She smiles at me and I think I get a little bit dizzy. My hands are on either side of her head and my body is completely on top of hers. I take the chance to look her more closely.

She's breathtaking. Her long lashes shade her rosy cheeks and her pinky lips are a bit chappy due to the cold weather.

"I'm Odette" She whispers, and I have the urge to kiss her. What is going on with me. I just met the girl. 'Yeah and you're already on top of her.' My subconscious mocks.

"I-I'm Niall." I say after I manage to unfreeze.

"Well, Niall. You're kind of not letting me breathe."

"Oh my God, sorry." I hastily get off her.

"It's okay."

"Well if you say so." I smile at her. "You're new here right?"

"Yes, I'm a new professional dancer and Mrs. Mills took me to her crew for the upcoming ballet show."

"That's great. But why are you here when no one else is?" I ask confused. The studio is supposed to be closed at this hour.

"I asked Mrs. Mills for the keys so I could come and practice. I don't think I'm really good. All the dancers here have been years on stages, for ballet shows. I'm new."  She shyly confesses.

"Well, I think you're brilliant." I tell her and she blushes.

"What are you doing here?" She asks me curiously.

"I'm cleaning every day. I try to save some money."

"So, you're going to be here, every day?"

"Yes, will you?" I turn the question to her.

"Yeah." She genuinely smiles.

"We'll meet every day then."

"Of course." She says and my smile gets bigger.

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Chapter 1 is here. Okay I really love this one. Comment your opinions.

Fun Fact: in each chapter of this short story I'll put something that has happened to me (in reality) and you have to find what it is.

Comment what you think it is.

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