• ballroom

I suppose i'm trying to be friendly.
* when the male before her glazed over her form, she couldn't help but shift a bit, as if unconsciously hoping for approval which sent waves of relief over her insecurities *
Why- Thank you. I take pride in my stature as I worked hard to maintain it.
Spite? Is that what you wish to do?

the boyfriend made of silver moonlight chuckled lowly, dryly.
i wonder the same. a ballerina?
he paused, glancing over the woman's form before he shrugs with a nod of approval. you look like a ballerina. you have the posture of one and form of one.
as for my passion... i do not have one. i guess i live to spite others.

*she wasnt exactly the best at reading people, nor did her eyes stay on the beautiful boyfriend before her for long since holding the contact made her feel shy *
A wonder you say? How so? I am a ballerina. I love ballet- it's my passion. What is your passion?

(( HAHAHA))

when you confirm you're a customer, he presses his lips firmly together. forcing instead a smile. be courteous, matt said.
it is a wonder to make your acquaintance. what do you do for a living, lady julie?

Ah- Xia. it's lovely to meet you. I am a customer.
* her smile grew shy after sharing the fact that she am a customer; feeling a bit weird still regarding to herself as one *

() i said that BHWAHAH

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hearing the woman speak, he carefully sets down his bow upon his lap, smile falling alway as he bows his head out of courtesy.
xia. are you a lover? or potentially a customer?

* she felt bad for interrupting his craft, she understood the feeling as her life and job is dedicated to ballet*
Well you're doing amazing. i am- my name is Julie- and yourself?

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he pauses, surprised. staring at the customer for a moment before he lets out a breathless laugh.
your compliment is appreciated. i am still practicing.
are you new, miss?

* peeks into the grand room, entranced by the music playing and filling the room. my legs take me to you, widening my eyes over how beautiful one could be*
You sound lovely.

sighs, stepping into the room to sit himself down to begin drawing the strings of his bass tagelharpa. fingers thrumming over the strings to draw out the earthen sound of the bowed instrument.