Malena
My eyes open and once again it is the start of a new day. Every day feels the same but not today, it will be a great day, just like yesterday.
I pull the sheets off my heated body with fervor. The sun pools into the room through the dusty window.
I inhale and start my morning. Leaving my flat and locking the door, I see the same Mercedes parked outside. One of my neighbors must own the car.
I frown looking at the license plate.
Custom.
Once I arrive at the academy I climb up the steps quickly. My flats slap against the stone quickly. I sound a bit like a duck I giggle softly to myself.
I charge in, determined to get as much time as I can to stretch.
I find the room and walk-in calmer exhaling.
I head in and a strong back turned to me slowly turns.
My brows raise and my eyes widen as the head that turns meets face-to-face with mine.
The man from yesterday.
His brown hair is swept back lightly and gelled.
His blue eyes sparkle and he smiles brightly.
I give a half awkward smile determined to avoid him. I do not feel like having drama in this dance with the other girls over some guy.
I go to the corner and take what I need out of my duffel bag. I hear footsteps and I look up to see the man towering over me.
He looks on calmly.
"What's your name?" He has a deep voice but a soft French accent.
"Malena, is my name"
He smirks softly.
"Votre anglais est parfait, vous n'avez pas un accent" (Your english is perfect, you don't have an accent).
I purse my lips, his eyes following the movement.
"I was born in America," I say slipping on my ballet shoes with a downcast look.
"American girl." He says with humour.
I tick my brow in response not smiling.
I hate talking about my childhood.
"My name is Luc."
"Pleasure," I respond.
I look up as I part my legs to begin stretching and I see his lips part and his eyes sliver down to my stature.
His breath hitches softly. So soft, almost like a whisper.
I change my line of view, realizing that I might have unintentionally seduced him with eye contact.
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Romanceenamor: /iˈnamər,eˈnamər/ to be filled with a feeling of love for. "Dance for me" I whispered in her ear. She smiles. We were outside in a garden near a lake. It was beautiful. The sun was setting. She took off her shoes and stood up on the grass. ...