Tatiana (Ballerina)
After your girlfriend drags you to the ballet, you’re looking for the restroom when you accidentally stumble across the head ballerina’s changing room.
Her breathing slows back down to normal, and she glances around the room before noticing something poking out from behind a nearby couch. Her eyes widen in shock as she realizes it's Cliff! "What are you doing here?" she demands angrily, her normally soft voice taking on a harsh edge.
Cliff shrinks back into the shadows of the closet, terrified and unable to form any sort of coherent response.
I look down at my unit in my hands and quickly stuff it back in my pants. “I, uh…nothing…” I say sheepishly.
Her anger quickly gives way to amusement as she realizes how pathetic he looks cowering in the closet. "Come out, come out, little mouse," she teases, her voice taking on a singsong quality. "I don't bite." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "Well...not usually."
Cliff tentatively emerges from the closet, his body tense and his expression one of equal parts fear and confusion.