InAllRetrospect wrote:
Sophia resisted the urge to roll her eyes because she’d finally found something he couldn’t do, the splits and it literally made her so full of glee. This guy got on her nerves, even his small comment of why he could do the splits got on her nerves. “Funny,” she said, with a nod in response to his comment as she stretched her arms out, her eyes travelling to the clock hanging on the wall. For some reason an hour had already passed and this lesson was over until next week, “Make sure you’re here this time next week again but you can leave for today,” Sophia said with raised eyebrows as she walked over to the tape recorder that was in the corner. The lesson may have been over for Danny but Sophia still had the studio booked for a further hour that she was going to practice in. Ballet was her life, it completed her, it was a part of her. It was what she wanted to do when she left school; to become a professional dancer. The music clicked on and it took all she had not to burst right into a happy dance right there and then because Danny was still in the room. Instead, she chose to go over some moves with the bar, waiting until he left before she went over her routine. ~ ~ ~ Carson nodded as he listened to her speak, there was no surprise she had become a model. Not that she was ugly when she was in high-school, more like she hadn’t yet discovered herself and her beauty. It was almost like she was hiding it from the world, not that teenage Carson knew this of course. “What don’t I do?” he asked jokingly but it had a hint of truth behind it. After school he’d gotten caught up in a lot of twisted deals, deals that left him out of pocket and in a lot of trouble. No matter how hard he’d tried to stay on the straight and narrow he ended up in the same position time and time again. “My life’s messed up, so I was hoping that this deal would finally put me back on the right track,” he said with a nod of his head as he stopped at a red light, glancing over at Romany. “Are you like vegetarian or lactose intolerant or anything? I need to know so we don’t go to like a steak house or anything,” he told her, tapping his fingers lightly on the wheel as he waited for the lights to change.