Niels had always been “that” father. You know… the one who threatened all potential boyfriends and dove into rage when a random guy even cast a glance in Emi’s general direction. It wasn’t that Emi never took her father’s warnings seriously, and it definitely wasn’t that she didn’t listen… she simply thought he was exaggerating.
Then there was Antoine. He was quite handsome with his dark eyes and sandy brown hair. Emi felt different around him that she’d ever felt around anyone else. She got butterflies in her stomach, and the whole giggle phenomena. It was embarrassing just how incoherent she became around him, but eventually she started to grow accustomed to his presence. He gave her excuses to escape Anne-Laure and leave the dorm room for a while. They visited on-campus movies, and games in Antoine’s rooms. He complimented her, told her she was the best dancer at the academy. Emi was getting sucked into the vortex of romance when a bright light came on. She started to recognise the looks on the other girls’ faces when Antoine spoke to them. She She started to notice the slightest brush of his hand against his when he walked by, or the fleeting gaze laced with flirtation. He was a player. A dreamy, handsome, French player, but one nonetheless. Hadn’t it been guys like him who her dad had warned her about? Feeling incredibly stupid, Emi retreated to her dorm room and put earbuds in her ears to block out Anne-Laure’s constant chatter. She made a silent vow to herself to stay focused on dance. Not on friends and certainly not on guys. She came to Paris to dance and that was all she was going to do.
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