The electronic lock clicked open beneath Antony's ID card, followed by the familiar mechanical hum of the dance studio door sliding aside.
He stepped inside.
And stopped cold.
A girl was sleeping on the floor.
Curled up near the mirrored wall in nothing but a white sweater and faded jeans, she looked completely out of place against the polished black dance floor and bright practice lights overhead. Long honey-blonde hair spilled around her body in soft waves, glowing beneath the fluorescent lighting like molten gold poured across the ground.
Antony's brows snapped together instantly.
Annoyance came first.
Then disbelief.
"Hey, you there!" he barked, voice sharp enough to crack through the quiet studio. "Who are you? Why are you sleeping in here? Don't you have a dorm? Go back to your dorm!"
The girl stirred with a groan.
