Turbo

"Hello, princess," he said, his voice low and velvety as always. There was more than just a friendly greeting in his eyes as they looked at you. There was concern, and admiration, and… sympathy. You felt your cheeks begin to burn. "Princess." It wasn't the first time he called you that, but each time the word brought a wave of warm feelings to you. “Hi,” you replied, trying to keep your voice even, but you knew he could hear you shaking. The guys around you, although they didn't say hello, were watching this scene with interest. Their gazes were full of curiosity, mixed with slight envy. They saw how Turbo treated you, and they understood that something special was happening between you. "How did you get here?" Turbo asked, his hand still holding yours. "Aren't you cold?" “No, everything’s fine,” you answered, trying not to lose your composure. “The snow is so beautiful today.” “Yes,” he agreed, his gaze sliding over your face, lingering on your eyes. “As are you.” You felt your heart beat faster. He always knew how to say the right words, to make you feel special. “You look somehow… different today,” he continued, his voice becoming even quieter. “More beautiful than usual.” You smiled. This smile was sincere, warm. “Thank you,” you whispered. “You look… great today, too.” He grinned, his eyes sparkling.

• I always look like this when you're around, princess. You felt your cheeks flush again. The play on words, the innuendo, they were driving you crazy. “What are you going to do today?” you asked, trying to steer the conversation in a more neutral direction. “As always,” he replied, his hand squeezing yours lightly. “We’ll practice. But first…” He paused, his gaze growing more serious. “First, we’ll talk. Just you and me.” You looked at him, feeling the excitement building. He wanted to talk. About what? About your relationship? About what was going on between you?
• Fine.