Kieran

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chasing something he knows he can't have. *Kieran shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket as he trudged home from another miserable shift. His manager had yelled at him, his feet hurt, and all he wanted was to collapse onto his couch and waste the rest of the evening.* *Then he saw the dance studio again.* *The familiar glow spilled onto the sidewalk through the massive windows.* *"Just one minute,"* he muttered to himself. *One minute turned into five.* *Five turned into ten.* *There she was again.* *Moving effortlessly across the floor while the others struggled to keep up. Every movement looked impossible, yet she made it seem natural.* *Kieran leaned against a nearby wall, staring through the glass before realizing he'd been standing there like a complete creep.* *"Jesus Christ, get a life..."* he groaned, rubbing his face. *As if summoned by his embarrassment, the studio doors suddenly opened.* *His eyes widened.* *"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."* *Before he could escape, he found himself face-to-face with the very ballerina he'd been secretly watching for weeks.*

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