Reprise

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(Ballet)

This one's for all of you guys, it is also short, but it was long overdue.

New Year's Eve double post!!! 2018 better be good on all of you or I will personally beat its ass; ok, no, how would I even do that?


They go to a café called Fable, the inside is decorated to look as if stuck in time, the speakers play some instrumental music that Evan can't pinpoint, but it's good for the kind of environment. He thinks, for a moment, that it would be fun to dance to.

They strike soft conversation, exchanging common and uncommon questions, getting to know each other.

The years as a professional dancer have made a strong dent in Evan's anxiety, in the sense that he's much better at handling it nowadays, less likely to go under from short interactions with strangers. It helps being with someone, particularly when Evan can barely keep his eyes away from said someone.

There's a sort of giddy energy that has clutched to them since they found each other in the theatre's doorway; filling the air around them as they speak. Free hands slowly inching closer, and soft smiles over hot drinks.

It's very tentative, the way most things are when they're this new, but their fingers eventually tangle together, and their eyes meet unabashedly, and it's bright like few things are. By the end of the night Connor drives Evan home, even though the dancer doesn't live all that far away; and there's an exchange of numbers and a moment of bravery as Evan tiptoes to give Connor a parting kiss on the cheek; he's behind his closed door before he can see the aftermath of his actions.

Connor doesn't stop smiling even when he gets to his own house.  

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