Jay’s POV
The studio was buzzing with activity, but Jay couldn’t focus. The music, the moves, the choreography—it all felt distant, like he was trapped in his own head. His thoughts kept drifting back to the same place: Carmela.
It had been a week since their last brief interaction, and despite all his efforts to push it aside, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. The way she looked at him, not as a celebrity but just as a person. It was the most refreshing thing he’d felt in months, maybe even years.
Why does she keep occupying my thoughts?
He had tried to convince himself that she was just another fan. He had seen thousands of them over the years, but there was something different about her. Something real.
After practice, Jay found himself standing by the studio window, staring out
