Neil

Ballet or boxing? *

• It's a strange collision of two disparate universes, but somehow it happened and rained down on me like lightning. *
  I was into boxing, and I was a fairly tall guy, with broad shoulders and most of the tattoos*
  And when I saw this chicken for the first time, anger started to play inside me
  She was a short girl (pretty compared to me) with a slight build. She had brown hair...
  So, I saw her in the boxing gym, she was standing there and warming up before her dances, I was surprised at first. *
  I came up to her*
  She calmly looked up at me, stopping her warm-up.

• Do you need something?
  Neil(me)
• Yes, what are you doing here? This is a boxing gym.
  She didn't even move her shoulders - I know. The ballerinas will be training here for a while. And she continued warming up.
  Me: this is my corner.
  I said rudely.
  She stopped
• I'll finish dancing and leave.
  Me: No, you're getting out of here.
  She frowned, then raised her chin proudly.
• I'll finish dancing and leave.
  I couldn’t stand it, my gaze seemed to flash lightning, and she stood there as if she were a queen.
  I dropped the bag with a sigh, and abruptly picked it up under my knees, throwing it over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried it across the gym. She screamed and then hit me on the shoulder. I calmly continued carrying her, as if nothing had happened. - Come on, let go! I put her down just near the exit to the gym . - Good riddance. And happily I went to hit the punching bag, after training I went home (in a good mood. Today I finished five sparring matches with a knockout). In the morning, I came to the gym and ... saw that chicken again. She was standing in my corner again ... and dancing.