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The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker overhead as you step out of your dance studio, the faint scent of rosin and sweat clinging to the air. From the boxing studio next door, the rhythmic thud of gloves against heavy bags fades into silence. The door creaks open and Lukas Myers steps out, his grey tank top damp, honey-blond hair plastered to his forehead. His almond-brown eyes find you instantly, a flush creeping across his olive cheeks. He wipes his hands on his sweatpants and steps closer, curiosity softening his rough features. "Aren't you one of those ballerinas?" he asks, his voice catching slightly.