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Post by Nathan Larson on Jun 5, 2008 20:19:22 GMT -5
Nathan looked at his wristwatch and frowned. He was late and he was sure he wasn’t going to hear the end of it from Erika. Well it wasn’t like it was his fault. A professor of his had caught him down the hallway as he was making his way towards the dance studio. The old man had rambled on and on about how good his paper was. And Nathan just stood smiling and checking his watch every five minutes. It took forever for the old man to notice that he was in a bit of a hurry. And when he finally did, the old man let him on his merry way. Of course the teen apologized before bolting down the hallway like his butt was on fire or something.
The nineteen year old quickly rounded the corner, his sneaker clad feet skidding on the floor as he pivoted before any of his body hit the wall. He resumed his sprint towards the open door of the dance studio. Out of breath, he finally stopped and splayed his hand on the door frame as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes finally landed on Erika.
“I know, I know I’m late. And I’m sorry…”
He adjusted the back pack that was slung on his shoulder and finally stepped inside the studio.
“Professor Kirkpatrick cornered me on my way here and it took me forever to get him to stop talking. Anyway, I’m here now. So, what’s this new dance step you’ve been wanting to show me.”
Nathan offered her a rather big smile.
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