Jiwon ✗ Liu Ming
It was a welcome activitiy before she had to go to work and waste her time on talking men into spending money, as much as she loved to get the newest and most expensive clothes, it was not her true love, her greatest passion. But she had found it in that dancer in front of her, after some few weeks she had caught on to his routines, when he'd show up where and always the same day of the week she was sure to catch him on the square, coffee betwee her hands to warm her chilly digits, her eyes stuck on the slender body so easily moving along to the beat of the music.
The day after she would always sacrifice an hour or two before work to access one of the practice rooms of the crew, trying to copy the steps she watched him succeed in, trying to get that same flow into her movements that was unlike the smooth and sexy improvisations of hers. One way or another that boy had become a challenge for her without even knowing it, getting her infatuated with his skills, he was a rival in her heart and she wanted to beat him, watching him dance and trying to imitate him in private was so much more exciting than giving classes on female dancing in hip hop and alike every second weekend or something.
It was the first time she had picked up her courage and while he was still packing his things, she had moved closer to his spot and crouched down there, still sipping her coffee until he finally took note of her. "You're really good," she mumbled with her eyes yet down, looking at his body for a bit, up close he seemed to be more slender than she might have originally guessed, the muscles needed for the kinds of movements he had done not spotted on his frame. "I'm envious."
