On broadway Hugh can put on quite a show, owning the stage as if it were meant for him, along with the help of his dancers.
When one of his dancers unexpectedly catches his eye, Hugh finds that his cheeky comments and know it all personality are cha...
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The cold hair hit him like a ton of bricks, making him shiver a little since he wasn't wearing a coat. Clad in a white t shirt and his favourite pair of sweatpants, which he wore to almost every practice, the chilly weather didn't bother him too much as he was still sweating from the intense run through he and his team had gone through just a while earlier.
The streets were filled with people as Hugh did his best to blend in amongst the crowds, with the occasional glance at him every now and then from someone who would recognize him. Light raindrops fell from the sky, although it felt like snowflakes from how low the temperature had fallen. Unsurprisingly, when it was this cold there were always people on the busy streets of New York, most of them tourists wanting to see everything they could in their short stay.
The crosswalk signal flashed a fluorescent green and he made his way across the street, jogging across to the other side of the street where his hotel welcomed him. He pushed through the rather fancy gold-hinged double doors and strode into the lobby, giving a quick hello to the manager at the desk; a face he'd become accustomed to from staying there so much. The familiar scent of the chlorine from the hotel's swimming pool flooded his senses as he rushed down the hallway where the elevator was located. He stopped when he noticed a few of the girls from his team in the hot tub, throwing his usual signature cheeky wink at them, a few of them waving back to him in response. Previously he'd told them he'd join them many times, but he knew he never would because he didn't make it a point to very often to get involved with the dancers from his shows.
That was, until he met her.
His attention was pulled away from the window to the pool when he saw her blur past him, in an obvious rush, making her way down the hallway. How could he not notice her? The fragrance of her sweet vanilla perfume surrounded him every time she paraded past him. The same aura that had him fighting with himself to pull away when he was teaching her a few steps this morning. That damn aroma was addicting, and it was even more addicting to him because it was her.
He ran after her, desperate to catch her, but stopped a few strides behind her to make his eagerness seem like a simple coincidence that they were both about to step into the elevator. She pressed the button and stepped back, her head barely turning towards him once he came into her field of vision.
"Are you following me now?" She broke the silence between them but she stared straight at the elevator, not even looking to him as she spoke. Her dark hair shadowed her features - the ones he admired so much.
He stepped forward ever so slightly before he turned his body, now in front of her, the corner of his lip curving up at her comment. "I think you're following me," was his response, the obvious cheekiness in his voice.
Her response was an irritated eye roll and she grazed past him just as the elevator emitted a high pitch ding! and opened. He quickly turned around and followed her in, standing opposite her against the wall, his eyes never once leaving her. Her body shifted under his intense stare, the corner of her eyes glancing over at him every few seconds.
