a photography major with an artist block meets his muse; a contemporary dancer with the urge to punch him in the throat.
When Harry clicks his camera to take a picture of the dancer at her recital, the flash stuns her and she falls as the audience...
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After the raging conversation at snowy village we spent another hour there discussing the severity of our plan. Well my plan quickly became our plan with how much Aiden and Gina were spilling on it. How the hell I would convince Naina or even talk to her about modelling for me. It was a thought that made me cringe internally whenever my mind processed it. But after a few hours of discussion I decided it was time to waste four hours on cleaning the studio today. Today is my time and I know I can just skip it because the studio is literally always spotless but nevertheless, I made my way to the dance building.
As I got to the dance studio room I saw the cleaning supplies in front of the door. The mop and a few cloths. I grabbed them and opened up the studio door when I looked up from the ground though I witnessed a sight that made me feel so awkward I wanted to combust.
Naina Ashak and her dance partner Lawrence Price with their bodies intertwined in a heavy makeout session. Naina was seated on the ledge where the huge mirror was as Lawrence was in between her legs, kissing her with all emotion. It looked so intense but it quickly ended right when I walked in and made it apparent by dropping my bag in shock.
They abruptly disconnected lips and this was only because Naina pretty much pushed him off of her. Her face read something like she was scared. I saw her expression change so much in a mere few seconds. Confusion, shock, realization and then the most apparent: shame. Her mouth was agape and she looked so ashamed of herself. When she was finished looking at me she looked at Lawrence who didn't look like this affected him at all.
