New Hobbies || Haley & Sabrina
A hobby. That was the therapist’s bright idea this time - as if photography wasn’t enough. Photography, the therapist reasoned, was tied to her job, and thus it could never be a perfectly relaxed hobby for her to use to escape the world.
Haley mostly thought she was full of shit, but...
Either way, there was a dance studio in the building, and Haley knew a little something about ballroom dancing from those fancy balls her parents used to throw and be a part of. She wouldn’t want to learn it now - too much baggage - but something else that she could perfect? That was a possibility.
She walked into the studio, pushing her hair away from her face, and approached the nearby desk, awaiting attention.