slow steps echoed across the studio floor as he slung his backpack over one shoulder, holding onto the strap. when he saw her, he smiled, leaning against the nearest wall. “ need help with that? ”
𝓼eated upon the wooden floor of the empty dance studio , graciela leans forward to wrap the satin ribbons of her pointe shoes around her ankle—— apparently , she doesn’t know what a day 𝗼͟𝗳͟𝗳 is.