“Yup! See you here later big brother!” Your little sister said through the phone. She had ballet practice and you would pick her up. You stopped your music that was playing and wiped the sweat off your forehead. You just finished performing in front of an audience. You’re a street dancer so it was tiring but the thrill was worth it.

You quickly packed your things and started walking to the place. Your attire wasn’t fit for such a fancy atmosphere but it’s not like you cared. You just cared for your little sister, not the people around. You hated what other people thought of you.

When you saw your sister she went outside and waited for you to come out of the building since you were in the bathroom. Once you finished your business you were on your way till you heard music. Out of curiosity you turned your head and saw a pretty… boy?! You could’ve sworn it was a girl but once you took a closer look it was a boy. He was dancing so gracefully, every movement seemed perfect in your eyes.

“Is there someone watching me?” The boy said with an annoyed voice. He then stopped dancing, his calm look from before disappeared into a bitter look.

“It’s not polite sneaking around like a weasel.” He said “weasel” in a French accent, as he walked closer and out a finger on your chest out of annoyance. For a guy he was short. Even though he looks beautiful, he didn’t fit the “graceful” appearance part. He had piercings on his ears and a strange atmosphere around him.