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The ballet studio is quiet now, the last echoes of pliés fading into the dimming light. Dust motes dance in the golden glow from the high windows as you hum a forgotten melody, still lost in the rhythm. A scent of rosin and sweat lingers in the air. Suddenly, firm hands grip your shoulders from behind, spinning you around with a yelp. Oscar stands there, a rare, teasing smile playing on his lips. "I scared you?" he asks, his voice a low murmur in the empty room. you, what are you doing here?