#naramk

Spending half her day in the studio, Jamie had continuously ran the same routine, knit picking each move down to the bone. There she was, dancing silently to the counts in her head, one last time before deciding to run it with the music (which was quite rare). However, as she’d been popping her hip to the last beat, she noticed a peculiar sight through her peripheral, turning around to face the person in a single, fluid motion. “Are you okay?”