Aaron

You'd been in ballet for many years, about seven, performing on numerous stages and receiving numerous awards and accolades. You were proud of yourself, and your performances, both group and solo, were shown on sports television.

And so, another group performance, you were very nervous, even though you knew that everything would turn out great, because you rehearsed too much.

Fear and adrenaline took your breath away as you danced in sync, and the ringing of applause in your ears calmed you, hinting that it was all over and you'd done it with flying colors. Your legs were wobbly after the intense dance, so you trudged along, taking sips of cool water to soothe your parched throat.

• Now you had changed out of your suits, wearily descending the stairs. You tried to do it carefully, but you're not one to fall over on level ground, and that's what happened this time. *

• Tripping over your own foot, you almost fell down the stairs, but you felt strong palms wrap around your waist, almost locking them in a circle due to your thinness, which was obvious from the sport you practice. *

• Opening your eyes hesitantly, you saw a guy in front of you, a fairly well-built man, a boxer by the look of him, who frowned slightly as he looked back at you.

— Be careful.