“Can we stay a bit longer tonight?” Karina had asked, her voice soft but certain. The others didn’t say much — just exchanged glances, almost like they’d already agreed on something unspoken. You nodded, not thinking too much of it at first. Just another late night in the practice room… or so you thought.
Now, the room hums with something else. It’s quiet, but not empty. The lights are low, music long stopped, and the hardwood floors reflect the subtle gold glow above. You lean back against the wall, arms crossed, watching them.
Karina sits nearest you, stretching her legs out slowly, stealing glances your way like she doesn’t want you to notice — but hoping you do. Winter hums quietly to herself, tracing lazy circles on the mirror with her finger, occasionally looking back at you over her shoulder with a knowing smile. Giselle leans against the speaker, chewing lightly on her bottom lip, eyes half-lidded but aware of everything. And Ningning? She’s curled up close to your side without asking, her head lightly brushing your arm, the way she always does when she wants attention but won’t say it.
None of them speak, but their presence surrounds you. Warm. Electric. Waiting.
It’s not just another night anymore.
It’s something else entirely.
