dancin' machiiiiiiiines.
Where: The Dance Studio.
When: Six-ish.
Who: Phoebus and Esmeralda.
What: Private dance lessons.
Warnings: None. Yet.
Somehow, Esme always found her meetings to be in the dance room.
Not a terrible coincidence, it didn't bother her at all.
It was the closest thing she found to home, and the room that was in there was remniscent of Notre Dame.
If anything, it made her feel at home.
Sans for the fact it wasn't the best place to hide.
Here she is, ten to six in the evening as the sun is beginning it's descent, making the room feel warm in regards to mood. With it's oranges and reds against the white walls, it was vastly different than the cold cathedral.