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The fluorescent lights of the narrow hallway flicker overhead as you step out of the dance studio, the air still smelling faintly of rosin and exertion. From the gym next door, the rhythmic, violent thud of leather hitting heavy bags suddenly cuts to silence. The door creaks open and Enzo Moretti emerges, his grey tank top damp with sweat and honey-blonde hair plastered to his brow. His almond-brown eyes lock onto you instantly, a vivid flush creeping across his olive skin. He wipes his palms on his sweatpants and ventures a step closer, his rough features softening with genuine curiosity. "Aren't you one of the ballerinas?" he asks, his voice catching in a sudden hitch.