"Callum?" Florence called out his name before she could stop herself.
She had never expected to run into him here, of all places. The competition had barely ended before the two of them lost touch completely.
What struck her now was how little he still looked like a dancer. He carried himself like a businessman with an edge, and every line of his face had hardened into something sharp.
Her voice seemed to c***k a seam in that heavy mask he wore. The whole of him softened in an instant.
Callum said, "Florence. It's been a while."
A quiet disorientation settled over Florence. That a single month apart could make him feel like a stranger was something she couldn't quite explain.
She asked, "Did you get the director's recommendation letter too?"
She lifted the envelope in her hand, the
