Kehlani, a professional ballerina turned coach, dedicates herself to inspiring the next generation of dancers. Her latest student, ten-year-old Hana, has all the potential to become a star. What Kehlani doesn't expect is Hana's older brother, Bachir...
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The days after their mall outing were filled with a gentle undercurrent of excitement between Meguru and Kehlani. Their friendship had grown stronger, and their teasing had become more frequent, and more flirtatious. It was easy to talk to each other, whether it was about something light-hearted or something more personal. The line between friendship and something deeper was beginning to blur, but neither of them had yet put a label on it.
Kehlani found herself smiling at her phone more often, glancing at Meguru's messages or hearing his voice during their conversations. It wasn't the kind of flirting she was used to—this was different. It felt real, genuine, like something that could grow if they allowed it to.
One evening, after a long day of work, Kehlani was sitting on her bed, her phone in her hand, texting Meguru. It had become a nightly ritual—messages back and forth, teasing each other, or simply talking about their days. Tonight, however, felt different. There was an unspoken energy in the air, one that neither of them could ignore.
"Hey," Meguru texted. "Why don't we do a video call tonight? I haven't seen your face today."
Kehlani smiled as she read the message. She could hear his voice in her head, light and playful. The thought of seeing him again, even virtually, made her heart flutter.
"Sure," she replied, quickly setting up her phone on her nightstand. "Let me just get ready."
The seconds felt like minutes as Kehlani fixed her hair and adjusted the camera to find the right angle. She felt a little nervous, but the excitement outweighed it. When Meguru's face finally appeared on the screen, she couldn't help but grin.
"Hey, Meguru," Kehlani greeted, her voice a little breathless from the sudden rush of energy.
"Hey, Kehlani," Meguru responded with his usual playful grin. "Looking good as always."
Kehlani laughed softly, rolling her eyes at his flattery. "You're too much," she said, trying to act like she wasn't affected by the compliment, but the pink hue creeping onto her cheeks gave her away.
Meguru leaned in closer to the camera, his smile widening. "No, really," he said, his tone lowering a bit, almost as if he was sharing a secret. "I've been meaning to tell you something. You've been looking especially beautiful lately."
Kehlani's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected him to say that, and the sincerity in his voice made her blush even more. "Stop it, Meguru," she said, though her voice was soft and flustered. "You're going to make me embarrassed."
He chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her. "Good, because you deserve to be told how amazing you are."
Before Kehlani could respond, she heard a knock at the door. "Kehlani, who are you talking to?" It was her older brother, who poked his head into her room with a curious expression.
