It's like the king of campus doesn't have eyes for anyone other than Ivy Kaster. I guess that old saying is true-when they finally fall, they fall hard... KingOfCampus.com
"Ivy, can you stick around after class for a few minutes?"
I towel off my face before giving Eric a quick nod. We've spent the last hour and a half learning new chorography. It's always a challenge, but one I love. A few girls are trying to convince me to come out with them tonight and see a local band that's playing near campus, but I can't. Roan and I are adding a few finishing touches to our project which is due on Friday.
Once the other dancers head out, Eric approaches. "Remember when I said I've got a friend who is a choreographer with the Cincinnati Ballet?"
The question hangs heavily in the air between us.
My heart stutters for a few beats before rioting painfully against my chest. I want to say- yes, of course!
But I don't.