sorry if this is so vague but can i get something (literally whatever you want) about martin with a ballerina s/o?
Ooooh.. now this is cool. I think a ballerina would fall into the desired demographic ( in the film that is) Small, dainty and most likely 'pretty' He most likely first considers them as a potential victim.
He most likely stalks them for a couple of weeks before deciding to make a move.
He first spots them from across the street as they amble towards the small brick building. The duffel bag slung over their shoulder..they moved so quickly despite the heavy sack left toting aside. Once they're inside, he decides to cross the street, noting the name painted across the building. A ballet studio, so you were a dancer. It all started to make perfect sense.
He made it a part of his schedule to learn all about you and your routine. Catching the train to go downtown, following the street signs till he landed on Main. He would stand there in the shadows, growing increasingly anxious until you finally make an appearance. Hastily exiting the taxi, brushing the bangs away from your eyes. The bag you carried always seemed so heavy.
After a few days of imagining seeing more of you in real life, Martin decides that he has to know more. You were a dancer,and he wanted to witness you doing something that you loved. It was important if the two of you were going to ever be together. The brief glimpses on the street were no longer enough. He wanted to see you, limbs flowing freely as you adhere to the instructor's every demand. He wanted to watch in your natural element, which seemed to be the dance studio. He purchased a janitor's outfit the very next day.
No one in the building seemed to expect a thing, he'd often push the broom down the dimly it hall. The sound of music and voices increase the closer he got to room 223. Peering in through the window, his heartbeat increases as you move so elegantly across the dancefloor. With practiced grace, long toned limbs slice through the air like magic.
It was like magic. Whenever he saw you, he was elated. He just had to know you in real life. The eventual meeting was mostly arranged on his end, but the payoff was well worth it. Your haisty apology as you help gather up his items. Martin had nearly fell on top of you when leaving the bookshop...Once you finally collected your things and looked him in the eye, you momentarily seemed to grow flustered.
After a few more ‘’coincidental visits”, to Martin’s surprise, you asked to see him again. Was it really that simple? Surely he must have misheard you. Before you could change your mind, he quickly agreed.
Life has been pretty easy for him since you came into his life.. your presence somehow felt natural. He loved to watch your eyes light up as you talked about your upcoming performance. Luckily for him, you weren't shy, and didn’t mind if he came to some of your recitals. Watching in silence in the far corner of the room, he couldn’t believe that you were finally his.