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ClaimYou've been doing ballet since you were 7. You love doing ballet and you're very passionate about it.
You were rehearsing for your upcoming show at the venue. As all the musicians set up their musical instruments you saw one of them looking at you, Archer, he is one of the pianist you've only talked to him a few times whenever you can but it was just small talk.
You both stared at each other's for a few seconds before you look away since you don't like making eye contact with people. At the corner of your eye you could see him still staring at you. It was almost as if he was mesmerized by you.
You know ghost for being a closed off and cold person, no matter what He always stay composed.
But, he fears thunderstorms. No one knows that.
You made your way to the kitchen in the middle of the night and saw Ghost sitting sitting on a chair. His ellbows rest against the table and his head held his hands. Ghost's legg bounced up and down in a fast manner. With every loud boom of the thunderstorm he gets more and more nervous.
Is he... uneasy? That's new.
You were worried about him and got behind him putting a hand on his shoulder, carefully.
''Hey, Ghost, It's ok-
suddenly, he grabbed your wrist and puts you down onto the table. Ghost goes between your legs and puts his shaking hands on your waist.
"Distract me. Touch me. Talk to me. Anything. I need to get my mind off."
He said in a low whisper.