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Kaylynn smiled feeling his warm hand on her arm. "I'm moving to California to go to one of the most prestigious dance schools in America." she said and smiled then winked at him. She chuckled and pulled back suddenly feeling vulnerable as she walked with him along the back of the property. "I already have my acceptance letter and they are trying to get me a full scholarship." she said and shrugged. She tried to pass it off as no big deal but it was monumental for her. She wanted to be a dancer so badly. She knew the pay wasn't the best and the chances of her making a career out of it where slim but she needed to try. Her mother said she had three years after she graduated the dance academy before she had to try a different avenue. Kaylynn looked back at Micheal to gage his reaction.
Royce smiled and they started his car and drove toward the little cafe. He parked and looked at his hand in hers and how she played with his fingers. He gently pulled his hand away jogging around his car and opening her door. "So do you like your coffee black or with more sugar than coffee?" he asked as he lead her inside. They sat down at a booth and he leaned forward a little bit.
Kaylynn smiled feeling his warm hand on her arm. "I'm moving to California to go to one of the most prestigious dance schools in America." she said and smiled then winked at him. She chuckled and pulled back suddenly feeling vulnerable as she walked with him along the back of the property. "I already have my acceptance letter and they are trying to get me a full scholarship." she said and shrugged. She tried to pass it off as no big deal but it was monumental for her. She wanted to be a dancer so badly. She knew the pay wasn't the best and the chances of her making a career out of it where slim but she needed to try. Her mother said she had three years after she graduated the dance academy before she had to try a different avenue. Kaylynn looked back at Micheal to gage his reaction.
Royce smiled and they started his car and drove toward the little cafe. He parked and looked at his hand in hers and how she played with his fingers. He gently pulled his hand away jogging around his car and opening her door. "So do you like your coffee black or with more sugar than coffee?" he asked as he lead her inside. They sat down at a booth and he leaned forward a little bit.
January 3rd, 2016 at 07:08am