Prima Ballerina *Jelena Ballerina Series* (Part 1)

Chapter 10: The Door Closed

Resa's P.O.V.

I peel the maniac away and push him towards the center of the lobby. "What the hell is your problem? You can't just barge in here and break into our dance rooms!" I complain.

They shake their head side to side. When he looks up, he remarks, "Technically it was already open."

When I look over at him, I am instantly taken by his beauty. My hand goes to the back of my head to play with my hair. My cheeks flush and I feel horrible for the first words I said to him. In the flesh, is Mr. Dreamy Front Desk Worker. He's not in a suit, but he still looks just as dreamy. He has nice fitted beige pants on, and a black pullover hoodie to match his shoes. I'm glad that I choose today to wear my deeper plunged leotard.

While I walk over to him, I apologize for being so rude. He could care less about my apology. The only thing he is interested in is the door behind me. Eventually, he looks me in the eye. For a second, he forgets why he barged in here in such a hurry.

He points to the private rehearsal room and says, "It's just, the door closed and I saw a girl with long dark brown hair go in there. I need to go in that room." How long has he spent at this studio? He can't even tell the proper name the rooms.

"What entitles you to that? If you say you're just the dreamy front desk worker..."

He then interrupts me with an unexpected answer, "My mom is the studio owner." I stare at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. No wonder Charlie lost his job to the guy with little experience.

Tears then begin to pierce into his eyes as he provides a detailed explanation to me of why he needs in that room. He tells me of how all he is doing is disappointing his mom lately and he needs to go in there now so he could be there to announce the winner of the scholarship.

I tell, "I hate to burst your bubble Mr. Dreamy, but the scholarship announcement has already happened. Plus you just so happen to be talking to one of the winners." To this, he slams his hand against his forehead.

Slowly, I go over to him and enter his personal bubble. He is still muttering of how much his mom will be disappointed in him. He is even dreamier up close. I take his hand from his head and stare into his gorgeous light brown eyes. His fingers intertwine with mine.

"You don't need to be too hard on yourself. We all disappoint our parents. Some are just more disappointed than others. You can't hold yourself fully accountable, even when it seems like it is all your fault. Right now, you are late, but at least, you showed an effort by showing up," I remind.

He shrugs and runs his hand through his hair. He then goes back over to the door. "You're mom isn't in that room," I state. He releases the doorknob and asks me to point him in the direction of where he can find his mom.

Mr. Dreamy knows just as well as I do that he shouldn't see his mom right now. He's upset and if he goes and sees her right now she three times as upset as he is. Miss B would be mad at him for interrupting her talk with the photographer. Then there is the fact that he missed the announcements. And he is her son, so she's going to be mad because she is always going to expect more from him.

"Why don't you just come over here and talk to me?" I suggest. His eyebrows knit at me.

He replies, "But I need to talk to my mom."

"You should place yourself in a better state before you do so," I suggest. He has a slow gait as he comes over to me. But when he stops, he raises both of his brows and questions, "Fine. What do you want to talk about?"

I jerk my head to the left then spin around. Leading Mr. Dreamy over to the front desk, I then take a seat in front of it. He takes a seat directly across from me. He points out that this isn't any more private than standing up near the desk. But we are hidden from the people in the studio, just not to the people who walk by.