My dad tried to hide my mom from me as long as he could. I remember asking about her at a young age. Who was she? Was I anything like her? What did she do for a living?

I was about to start high school when I first had the courage to really ask my dad about my mom. We had just came home from Aunt Jessie’s funeral; we had just said goodbye to Uncle Mason and Skylar for the day. It was silent, like we were both mentally exhausted from the day we had. I looked at my dad as he ate the takeout we got before we got home. He was on his phone, paying me no mind. I sat there, feeling the word vomit come up towards my throat. I picked the cuticles on my hands, looking down at them as I called out for my dad. He looked up at me when I did.

“What’s the real reason mom left?” I asked.

…

I walked to Sonia’s room, nervous to see what she wanted to talk to me about. I can’t lie; Sonia has been a hard-ass for the majority of the rehearsals. I thought that maybe she hated me or something the way she would nitpick every mistake I made on stage. I just didn’t understand why out of all the dancers in the production, she would only focus on me and the mistakes I made. Sahim would tell me to not worry about it too much, and that was just Sonia’s personality. Something told me it was always something more than just that.

I knocked on her hotel door and it immediately opens. Sonia stands there and looks at me.

“Hi, Grace,” Sonia said. “Come on in.” I slowly walked into Sonia’s room; clearly her room was bigger and more expensive than what the dancers were staying in.

“Your assistant said you wanted to speak to me,” I mentioned, sitting on the chair directly across Sonia in the living room area.

“Yes,” Sonia answered and readjusting in her seat. “I wanted to talk to you about the production.” I assumed that much, Sonia. She looks directly at me before she continues. “We wanted to change some things around with the last number of the production; the ‘Proper’ number.”

“Okay,” I simply said, worrying about the changes she wants to make. Is she taking me out of that number? Is she completely cutting out that number because of me?

“I want you to learn the complete solo part of the number,” Sonia stated, not giving it any room to linger in the air. “I and the rest of the production team think that splitting the solo isn’t necessary. You embody the message of the piece flawlessly.” I had to blink a couple of times to realize that this wasn’t some sort of dream I was having. Did she just compliment my dancing for once this entire time?

“Wow, uhm; thank you,” I said, clearly trying to find the right words to say. “That truly means a lot to me.” Sonia smiles at me.

“When I first danced at the original production, there was this dancer that did more than just dance ; she told a story,” Sonia began to say. “She was the type of dancer that you didn’t find in your typical studio. It was like she was born to dance or something. The director of the production wanted her to finish with a dance solo and when I tell you I can still remember that dance step-by-step; it was simply mesmerizing.” Sonia stopped for a moment and looked back at me. “Her name was Mollie Sue Castro.”

“Oh,” I quickly reacted, not realizing that the dancer she was talking about was my mom.

“Yes,” Sonia answered, laughing at my response. “Mollie was the best dancer in that production, and that says a lot considering all of the dancers were the top in their respective academies. Mollie was always different though. I didn’t speak to her a lot, but when she did she always was focused on the dance numbers and really danced at each rehearsal like it was the real thing. She was offered the solo the night before the opening show; a couple of the dancers and I went out and saw Mollie dancing for what nearly was at least 6 hours straight. How do I know that? I left the rehearsal space that afternoon and returned late at night; she was still dancing.”

“She sounds like she was dedicated in her craft,” I said, trying to not give away the fact that Mollie is my mother. I don’t know if Sonia knows that or not, but I figured it was best to keep it to myself.

“She was,” Sonia agreed. “I don’t know what she went on to do after the production, but I can only imagine it was amazing things, because she was an amazing dancer.” Sonia laughed to herself before she said anything else. “Your dancing reminds me a lot of hers. I swear I didn’t remember much of Mollie until I first saw you dance, in which the technique and style were uncannily similar.”

“Is that a good thing?” I asked, wanting to hear Sonia open up more about my technique. We all knew she was once a dancer herself and that she participated in the first-ever dance production, so hearing her talk about my dancing in a positive way felt good. It made me feel like I was actually doing something right in my life.

“A great thing,” Sonia answered. “I think you are capable of making history just like Mollie did, because–this stays between us–we haven’t had a dancer like her in the following productions like her since she was in it herself. That was until I saw you dance for the first time. You have a real talent that exceeds a lot of the others in this production, and you all are some of the nation’s best dancers.”

“Thank you, Sonia,” I genuinely said. “That really means a lot to me, considering I thought you hated my dancing or something.” I tried to laugh it off since Sonia had opened up to me a bit more, but she didn’t laugh along.

“Make no mistake, Grace,” Sonia began to explain. “If you feel like my comments or critique is harsh or stern, it’s only because you have so much potential to be amazing for the production. You’re a seamless dancer, but you always look like you have 500 things on your mind when you dance. I need you to focus and really believe that you are a natural-born dancer. Because you are.” I didn’t say anything back to Sonia, only because she was right. I do always have so much on my mind when I’m dancing; I always did. I feel like I’m constantly having things run through my mind.

“I don’t think there’s ever been a time when I didn’t,” I said out loud. I looked at Sonia to clarify. “You know, have so much on my mind.”

“We all do,” Sonia argued. “And for most of us, it hinders us from living life to it’s fullest potential.” Sonia leaned forward and looked directly at me with a stern look on her face. “Whatever you have going on in your life brought you here. You and every other person in this production are here because of a decision you all made, so why let things out of your control ruin the things that you are in control of?” Sonia’s alarm on her phone goes off, which cuts her sentence short. She turns off her alarm and takes a deep breath before she says anything else. “I do have another occasion in about 30 minutes, so I’ll let you go and relax for the night. Let me know if the dance solo is something you are interested in doing; you’ll have to be at rehearsal early to be taught the beginning of the solo.”

I nod my head, understanding Sonia and her directions. She smiles and gets up from her seat, which then makes me stand up.

“Thank you for seeing me, Grace,” Sonia gently said. “I apologize if this conversation happened later than we intended, but we have an entire year to work together professionally.”

“Thank you,” I simply said, walking towards the front door to exit.

…

My dad thinks before he says anything to me. It’s different; he would answer right away and very vague just to move on from the subject. I was shocked he even said anything to me.

“Your mom was–is–an amazing dancer,” he began to say. “She dedicated her life to dancing, even if it affected the relationships around her. I used to travel all the way uptown to make her dance shows just because she was very selective to who watched her dance. I had the luxury of being one of the few that she felt comfortable enough to dance in front of.” He smiled as he spoke about their younger days, but I knew things would change as it quickly faded away.

“As we got older, her career became more damaging to our relationship. Settling down wasn’t something your mother wasn’t ready to do, even if it was gradually happening. We both had to sacrifice some parts of our lives to make sure that you were okay, and that we were properly taking care of you. Your mom wasn’t ready to sacrifice things like I was.” He sighed before he continued to explain. “Your mom wanted to further herself and her career–“

“So she just fucking left me for dance?” I asked, angry now. My dad looked at me sternly and scrunched his eyebrows.

“Language,” he simply said.

“My mom left me to pursue her dance career?!” I got up from my seat, feeling the tears forming in my eyes.

“Grace,” my dad called out for me, but it was too late.

I hated my mom for choosing dance over her own daughter, and I hate that I loved doing the thing she left me for.

Rehearsal ended earlier than usual today since we were getting some unexpected snow that would make the travel back to our hotels a very messy one. I don’t mind the snow too much while I’m here, and probably that was just me experiencing life in a place I never been before. New York winters felt too gray and gloomy, and the fallen snow reflected that feeling once it’s been sitting on the ground for more than 12 hours. I wonder if people who’ve never been to New York before feel the same as I do about the winter here in Korea.

“Winter in Korea is nice,” Jamie began to say as he looked around Bryant Park. “But, sometimes it can leave so much snow behind that it makes it hard to commute.”

“Is the snow actually pretty looking in Korea?” I asked. “New York snow always looks so sad.”

“Living through many years experiencing winters in Korea, it can also feel very gloomy and sad,” Jamie answered. He looks at me before continuing. “I think every season can be sad looking if you think about it. Winter is too cold, Spring is always raining, Summer is too hot, and Fall is when all the leaves fall from the trees.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I never really thought about it like that. That’s actually kind of depressing.” Jamie chuckled at my statement and shakes his head.

“Life in general can be sad if you don’t have the right people around you,” he began to justify his argument. “Have you ever thought about the life around you when you’re in good company?” We continue to walk down the paths in Bryant Park and I find myself stumbled with his last question. Did I question the life around me whenever I was with other people? Is he right? Do we not really pay any mind to the life living around you when you’re enjoying it with good company? I look around and see the grayish snow on the side of the walkway; this looks quite depressing, but here I am, not really paying it any mind as I walk alongside it with Jamie.

“No,” I simply answered.

I look around me as I sit outside of a local coffee shop not too far from the hotel. I look up at the sky slowly growing dark and grey. I grab my bag from the table and begin to walk back to the hotel before the snow starts coming down.

…

“Is Willow going to be okay?” I asked as I began to tidy up the room with my cellphone against my right ear and shoulder. “Should I FaceTime you?”

“No, no,” Max insisted. “Willow is okay; she just fell on the ice when her class went to the ice skating rink for their field trip. She’s still sleeping.” I shut my eyes tight, feeling incredibly guilty.

“Okay,” I simply said, opening my eyes as I sighed. It’s only 6 o’clock in the morning in New York. “I will be home for the rest of the night, so please call me if you have any updates on Willow.”

“Okay,” Max answered. “She’ll probably get up in another hour. She’s staying home from school today just so she can rest.” I nod my head, understanding the agenda Max has planned for Willow.

“That’s good,” I added. The doorbell rings and I immediately look at the front door. “Give a kiss to Willow for me when she does get up; I gotta go.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later,” Max ends off the conversation. I hang up and walk towards the front door to open it. Standing there on the other side is Sahim.

“Hey,” I said, immediately forgetting to tell him about the change of plans. Sahim looks at me, clearing confused at the loungewear I have on.

“Am I overdressed?” Sahim asked, pointing at his outfit. He’s wearing a cable-knit turtle neck, black jeans, sneakers, and wool coat. Gosh, he looks good.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, shaking my head and inviting him inside my room. I closed the door behind us and immediately begin to explain why I wasn’t ready yet to go out. “I meant to tell you after today’s rehearsal, but my cousin and I agreed to just do a quick take out dinner tonight since the snow was going to be bad to travel in afterwards.”

“Oh it’s okay,” Sahim says and smiles at me. “I know you didn’t want to go by yourself to dinner, but I’ll get going since, y’know,” Sahim nods his head toward the window where the snow is beginning to fall outside.

“No, please,” I began to quickly say before Sahim walks toward the front door. “I mean, you’re more than welcome to still stay for dinner. I will even overdress a little bit so that you’re not the only one.” Sahim shyly laughs at me, which is honestly like music to my ears right now.

“Are you sure?” Sahim asked once more. I look up to him and wrapped my arms around him.

“Positive,” I answered, smiling up at him.

It wasn’t long after that Skylar and Shawn rang the doorbell of my room. I walk out from the bathroom wearing a pair of denim jeans and a turtleneck blouse. Sahim looks at me when I walk in the living room room area.

“I think you are now the best dressed between the both of us,” Sahim mentioned. I smile and roll my eyes before answering the front door. Staying there is Skylar and Shawn.

“Hey!” Skylar excitingly said before hugging me. Shawn walks into the apartment with Skylar and greets me once Skylar releases me from our hug.

“Hi, Grace,” Shawn greeted. I’ve noticed that Shawn’s English pronunciation has gotten a lot better since the last time I got the chance to speak with him.

“Hey,” I greeted Shawn. I turned around to see Sahim getting up from his seat once Skylar notices him there. Oh boy.

“Well hi there,” Skylar greets Sahim as she puts her hand out. “I’m Skylar, Grace’s cousin.”

“Hi, Skylar; I’m Sahim,” he responded back as he shakes her hand. “I work with Grace.”

I quickly walk over to Skylar and Sahim to not make it any more awkward for me than it already was… for me.

“I hope you don’t mind Sahim staying for dinner, ” I said as I stand in between the two. “I invited him when the plans were actually us going out for dinner.”

“I don’t mind,” Skylar teased and then looked at Shawn. Shawn looked confused as he looked at Skylar.

“Yeah,” Shawn simply said. Skylar rolled her eyes and brought Shawn with her in the living room area. I sat across from them, but next to Sahim. I can already feel my face get hot.

“Have you done some tourist stuff in between rehearsals?” Skylar starts up the conversation.

“A couple of restaurants,” I answered, crossing my legs on top of the couch. “A bunch of us went to this really nice club one night a couple of weeks ago.”

“I love me a good club,” Skylar stated. She looks at Sahim and from there I can feel the knot in my stomach getting tighter. “Are you also a dancer?” she asked Sahim.

“I work as part of the crew of the production,” Sahim answered. “Under the videographer.” I look at Sahim as he speaks; I’m glad he doesn’t look nervous or unlike himself when speaking to Skylar.

“Oh, do the dancers work closely with the tech crew?” Skylar asked.

“Sky,” I said, looking at her. Skylar looks at me before looking back at Sahim.

“What? I’m just making small conversation,” Skylar insisted.

“They do,” Sahim answered. “We sometimes have to position the dancers on stage so that the proper lighting hits them during the key aspects of the choreography.” The room goes silent. Did someone actually leave my cousin at a loss for words for once?

“I didn’t know that,” Skylar responded without looking bothered. “That’s actually really cool.”

“So, what do you want to do for dinner?” Shawn intervened, looking at Skylar. Skylar smiles at him.

“I want to try some authentic Korean food,” she answered. “Are there any restaurants that delivers around here?”

“I haven’t tried take out yet around here,” I answered, taking my phone out to scroll at the places closest to the hotel. “It also doesn’t help that many of these restaurants are in Korean.” I look up at Shawn. “I mean, of course, we’re in Korea, so of course the restaurant would… be… in Korean.” That was insensitive to say sitting across from a native born Korean.

“Many Korean restaurants prefer pick up rather than delivery; delivery is for more fast food and convenience stores,” Shawn informed us. “We can call ahead and then go and pick it up.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Skylar said. “Let’s just pick what we want and have Shawn ordered it over the phone.” I know Shawn doesn’t mind doing whatever it is that Skylar wants, but I felt a little embarrassed to sit across Shawn and see Skylar use him as her own person translator.

“We could try to order it, Shawn doesn’t need to,” I insisted. Shawn shakes his head before saying anything.

“It’s okay,” Shawn began. “Not all Korean restaurants have the patience to serve foreigners.”

“Business is business,” Sahim chimed in. I looked at him, sensing he didn’t like how Shawn spoke to me. I didn’t read much into the cadence of Shawn’s words. I learned early on that when there is a language barrier, things can be interpreted differently. Early on in Skylar’s relationship with Shawn, I had to explain this to her; especially when Shawn’s English was little to none when they first met. The amount of shit I used to give Ja–

“Let’s pick what we want and have Shawn order for us,” I concluded. I smile at Skylar and Shawn, just to keep the peace as well as the tension in as low as possible.

…

“Thank you,” Shawn says in Korean before hanging up the phone. “The food will be ready in about 20 minutes; we should probably get going.”

“Should we go and get it it?” I asked, while looking at Skylar. I can tell she did not want to move from where she was sitting.

“You two stay,” Sahim said. “I can go with Shawn to get the food.” Skylar and I look at both Sahim and Shawn. Gosh, such an old pair to go out together.

“You sure?” I asked as Sahim walks toward me to grab his coat from the arm-rest of the couch. I get up from the couch as he puts his coat on.

“Positive,” Sahim answered. He kisses the top of my forehead out of nowhere, which instantly makes my face hot and noticeably red. The consequences of that innocent gesture, Sahim.

“We’ll be back with good Korean food,” Shawn says as he puts his coat on. The two men exit the front door and close the door behind him. Cue Skylar’s squeal in 3… 2… 1–

“Ahhh, Grace!” Skylar said out loud. “Like, whoa!”

“Shut up,” I playfully said, walking to the small round table to clean the things off of it.

“So, are you guys dating?” she asked. I don’t answer right away, not really know how to answer her back. Tell her the truth? Tell her what I think? We don’t even know what the fuck we are. “Grace?”

“No,” I answered, being honest. “We haven’t defined anything.”

“Why not?” Skylar immediately questioned.

“I don’t know,” I said nonchalantly. “I guess we haven’t spoke about it yet.”

“Grace,” Skylar sternly called my name. “Don’t lead this man on if you don’t want what he wants.”

“I don’t know what he wants, Sky,” I spat back, a little defensive of my feelings. “Like I said, we haven’t spoken about it.”

“Yet you’re inviting him over for dinner with Shawn and I?”

“Yeah, so I wasn’t third-wheeling at dinner,” I said, lying through my teeth. Of course I wanted Sahim to meet the important people in my life because I like him, but if he wanted to date me, he would’ve asked by now. The thought of me and him being a couple makes me giddy, but reality sets in and I’m reminded that we never really talk about the future if it’s not about the future of the production.

“Don’t you think he thinks this is something worth more?” Skylar asked. “Like seriously, he’s here because he wants to be a part of your life, and you just have him here just so you don’t feel awkward with me and Shawn?” I didn’t answer back. It sounds really shitty for explaining it the way I did, but it was the only way I can make it work in my mind. Sahim is good company, but are we actually destined to be together?

Skylar gets up from the sofa to grab her phone from the coffee table. She looks visibly annoyed at me. I sat down next to her, putting her phone back down on the coffee table.

“I like him,” I said. “But… I’m scared to let anyone else in. The more I tell myself this is casual, the less likely I’ll end up fucking it up.”

“Sahim is not Max or,” Skylar stopped mid-sentence. “You gotta let that shit go. Like I get that you opened yourself to love to the point where it fucked you up, but now you are the reason this man might do the same.” I ponder in thought until I hear a knock on the door. I get up from the couch and walk to the door. It can’t be the guys with the food already.

I opened the door and standing there was the assistant director of the production, Rebecca.

“Hey, Rebecca,” I greeted.

“Sonia wants to speak to you,” Rebecca said, going straight to the point.

“Right now?” I asked, looking back at Skylar who is now on her cellphone. I look back at Rebecca. “I’m about to sit down for dinner.”

“She mentioned it was super important,” Rebecca emphasized. “Her room is on the 12th floor.”

“Sure,” I said. “I go and talk to her.”

All of the other dancers begin to get ready for today’s rehearsal; myself included. I adjust the pointe shoes on my feet and begin to tie them up before I notice Aimee walking toward me.

“Hey Aimee,” I said as she sat next to me, beginning to put on her pointe shoes as well. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright,” Aimee answered. “Maurice and I ended up watching Legally Blonde before coming to rehearsal.” I smiled at Aimee’s answer.

“Sometimes, you just need a good classic movie to make things better,” I stated. Aimee took a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m just afraid to go back to my room after rehearsal and sit alone with my thoughts. Like, it’s so much more easy to have a friend or someone just be there with you.” I look at Aimee and listen to her speak. I know exactly how that feels. There’s only so much your family and friends an do until the sun goes down and you’re left with just your thoughts for the night.

“If you ever want to come to my room, you know you’re always welcome to,” I reassured Aimee. “I know how it feels to sit in your thoughts alone and I wouldn’t want you doing that 3 days before the opening.” Aimee smiled in appreciation.

“When did I get the best of friends?” Aimee asked.

“Well I can’t speak for Maurice being the best,” I jokingly said. We both laugh as we continue to get ready for the rehearsal. It wasn’t long after that the director’s assistant was calling for the dancers in Aimee’s number. “Have a good rehearsal; I’ll see you soon on stage.” Aimee got up from the ground and quickly placed her bag in one of the vacant lockers.

I continued to lace up the ribbon of my pointe shoe until I see a man’s shoe in front of me. I look up and instantly smile.

“Hey, Sahim,” I greeted him. “You’re on break or something?”

“As a matter of fact, I am,” Sahim answered, sitting down on the ground next to me. “Ready for rehearsal?”

“Ready as I can be,” I answered, then smiled. “Got any plans after work today?”

“Most likely catch up on some television shows,” Sahim said. “I promise I won’t have too much fun without you around.” I rolled my eyes at his cute little response. Just like him to do. “How about you?”

“I’m going out for dinner,” I began to answer. “My cousin and her boyfriend surprised me earlier today. They’re here on vacation and are going to the opening of the show this Friday.”

“Is this family from back home?” Sahim asked. I nodded.

“My cousin Skylar lives in California with her Korean boyfriend,” I started to explain. “Ironic, isn’t it?”

“I mean it’s not too far-fetched considering you have a niece who lives in Korea,” Sahim pointed out. “But I’m glad you have family coming out to support on opening night. Are you more nervous now that you do?”

“I’m only nervous about Skylar making a fool of herself in the theater,” I emphasized. “She’s… not the person that can read a room well.” Sahim laughs at what I say.

“That’s family for you,” Sahim concluded.

“Maybe before the show you can meet them,” I suggested. “It would be a crime if I didn’t introduce you to her.” The lightbulb finally goes off in my head. “Would you like to come with me to dinner tonight?”

“To meet your family?” Sahim asked, looking a little worried now.

“It’s just my cousin,” I said. “Plus, it would be super awkward for me to just be there by myself while she’s with her boyfriend.”

“I don’t want to come unannounced to a dinner you and your cousin planned, Grace,” Sahim confessed. My eyes deadpanned toward Sahim.

“Let me rephrase,” I begin to explain. “Skylar is only wanting to go to dinner because she knows you exist.” Sahim’s eyes widen.

“You told your cousin about me?” Sahim asked, looking a little shy now. I didn’t realize just how much that sounded like a teenager telling her friends about a crush.

“I did,” I confessed, looking down at my shoes to avoid eye contact with him. “She was curious about the guy I kept spending my time with here in Korea.” I finally look up at Sahim.

“Did I get the favorite cousin seal of approval?” Sahim asked teasingly. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Considering she wants to meet you, then probably,” I answered. “I know it’s short notice, but it would mean a lot if you came with me tonight.”

“So, a double date,” Sahim said out loud before looking back at me. “Is this something that you want?”

“Whatcha mean?” I asked, not really understanding what he meant by that.

“Introduce me to your family,” Sahim answered. “I know it’s not your parents or anything, but from what you tell me about your cousin, introducing me to her seems to be like a big deal.” I scrunched my eyebrows together, feeling a little embarrassed that Sahim is questioning my intentions for tonight. Sure, I don’t want to show up to this dinner by myself and sitting across Skylar and Shawn. I want to feel comfortable just in case something goes wrong. God, what if they bring up Jamie? Jamie. I slowly realize that I want Sahim there for more than just the support; I need him there to show them that I’m over my ex-boyfriend. That I moved on, living a better and happier life… but to drag Sahim into this dinner just to show off another man is wrong. I shake my head as I begin to get up from the ground.

“Forget it,” I finally said, gathering my stuff from the floor. “It’s a stupid idea.” Before I walked away, Sahim gets up from the floor and tries to get my attention.

“Hey, hey,” Sahim softly says to me. He looks down at me to meet up with my eyes; I look up at his. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just want to make sure this is something you want to do.”

“Sahim,” I begin to say before the assistant director calls out for the next number to prepare to go on stage. Maybe I shouldn’t say this. “I… got to go.”

“Say what you want to say,” Sahim says to me. “Don’t go without saying what you want to say. It’s just going to mess up your rehearsal.” Fuck, how does he know that?

“I… like you, a lot,” I started to say. “And I tend to do things that scare people away, like introducing them to the most important people in my life before they are ready for it. I’m doing nothing but scaring you away at this point.”

“Grace,” Sahim started to explain. “There’s nothing that you can do to scare me away at this point. I just want to be on the same page as you, because I also like you. A lot. But you already know that.” I bite my bottom lip as he speaks to me. I feel like a teenager that just got back the passed note with the “yes” checked off asking if my crush likes me too.

“Is this something that you want?” I asked Sahim back. “Do you want me?”

“Let’s just say it’s been hard to keep it professional ever since we kissed at the club,” Sahim answered. I could feel my face get really hot; I almost forgot that happened considering so many things are now happening around me. “I’ll pick you up at 7 for dinner with your cousin.”

“Really?” I asked, sounding a little too excited to hear him say that. All he does is smile. Now he’s just teasing me with it.

“Of course,” Sahim said. “I would love to meet the important people in your life, because you have become important to me.” Oh the way he knows how to use words kills me.

“Ditto,” I said, which was all I could say. The 2 minute warning from the assistant director is heard again. Quickly, Sahim kisses me on the cheek.

“Have a good rehearsal, darling,” Sahim said. Darling. I stupidly smile wide as I set my stuff near the other bags from the dancers and run out to make it to the stage.

I stand at the left side of the stage, waiting for my cue to come in as we rehearse the last two numbers of the production. Sahim’s words play in my head like a song on a never-ending loop. His words were always comforting to me; something I haven’t had in a person for quite some time now. I guess the night at the club sealed it in my mind: I really like Sahim. I’ve thought about him in situations that I haven’t thought about in a long time. I picture him and I visiting all of the tourist places in Korea after we clock out from our 9 to 5 and await for the 8 o’clock show that night. I picture him and I going back to New York and going to the park during the summer with Willow. I picture him and I going to his hometown to get a better glimpse of who he was before I met him as he is now. I picture Sahim being the one, and that fucking scares me. I should have learned the first time to date someone I worked with—

But this time feels like I was suppose to meet him like this. How else would I met this incredible man?

“Cue the Prosper number,” I hear the director call out from the stage. The music starts to play and I watch the other dancers begin to dance along to the music. It wasn’t long after that I hear the director cue me.

I enter the stage, dance to the music and land myself center stage. I open my eyes as I listen to the lyrics of the song and dance to the song. I take a glimpse at those who are at the front of the stage, watching the rehearsal. I see Sahim sitting there, watching me dance. It makes me smile.

It makes me hopeful. It inspires me. It makes me excited to see where this takes us.

I walked back into my hotel room, shaking the snow off from my coat and winter boots. The winter hasn’t been too bad in the month I’ve been here, but today’s snow has been nonstop. Sahim and I basically ran back to the hotel once the snow began to come down; the last thing we both wanted was to get stuck in a restaurant because the weather was so bad.

My phone rings on in my coat pocket. I take it out and pick it up once I see it’s Sahim.

“Hey,” I greeted. “Made it back to your room safely?”

“Yes; frozen, but safe,” Sahim said. I laughed at his response. “How about you? You’re okay?”

“Yeah, I just have to dry my coat and boots since they are covered in snow,” I said as I moved my boots to the bathroom and placed them in the tub.

“I’ll let you relax before rehearsal tonight,” Sahim responded. “Thanks again for letting me treat you to breakfast.” Ugh. My cheeks hurt from smiling so wide.

“Thank you for treating me,” I answered back, still smiling. “I’ll see you tonight for rehearsal.” We both said our goodbyes and hung up. I look at the time on my stove to see that it’s about 11AM. Skylar should definitely still be up. I walked my way toward the small sofa and dialed Skylar’s number; this time it goes straight to voicemail. I haven’t been able to get a hold of Skylar for the last two days and it’s now annoying me. I know the time difference makes it hard for me to get in contact with my family back in America, but Skylar always makes sure to call or text me when she has the time to. I toss my phone on the sofa and let out a loud sigh. Not long after, the doorbell rings. I get up and see through the peephole that it’s Aimee. I opened up the door and greet her.

“Hey, Aimee,” I said as I let her into my room. She walks in and immediately takes a seat on the sofa. “You’re okay?”

“Girl,” Aimee said as she crossed her legs together on the sofa. “If you still drank, I would’ve had has drinking the strongest of liquor right now.”

“What happened?” I asked, walking towards the sofa to join Aimee.

“My boyfriend and I got into a huge fight early this morning,” Aimee started to say. “We weren’t on the greatest terms when I left to come here, but we were trying to work things out. He calls me this morning to pretty much break up with me and say that my career is ruining our relationship.”

“What?” I said, shocked. I briefly met Aimee’s boyfriend over FaceTime one day when we were still in New York. He seemed like a good guy and was really into Aimee from the looks of it. “Is he really blaming your career for the fallout of your relationship?” Aimee’s anger quickly turns into sadness and I immediately get up to get some napkins from the kitchen. I hand them over to Aimee and then sit back down.

“It’s not like I just woke up one day and decided this was going to be what I did for a living,” Aimee stated as she wipes her eyes with the napkin. “He met me when I was a dancer so for him to put the blame on it is really fucked up.”

“When you passed the audition, how did he react to it?” I asked Aimee, trying to comprehend the situation in its entirety.

“He was happy,” she answered, continuing to wipe the tears from her eyes. “We even went out to this fancy dinner date to celebrate and everything. He was always so supportive of my dance career so I don’t know where all of this came from when we spoke on the phone.”

“I’m sorry, Aimee,” I said as I handed her more napkins as she cried. In the back of my head, I thought about all of the conversations my mom and I had about taking dance as seriously like this. I knew it for all those years, back in Virginia, when I learned that dance was what broke my parents up in the first place. I think anything that you put above the relationships in your life are going to be challenging to maintain. I should know. “Trust me, it’s not your career that ruined your relationship.”

“I feel like all of our problems came because of my dance career,” Aimee mentioned. “We were fine when I was just at my dance academy doing small gigs and shit.”

“That’s what I mean, Aimee,” I said as I leaned forward to her. “It only became a problem when you wanted more from your career. It’s not that you were dissatisfied with what you already had in your life, you just wanted more regarding your career. You love what you do and you were wanting more out of it, and it’s not easy to maintain the relationships in your life when your career demands so much of your time.”

“Why couldn’t he said something sooner?” Aimee asked as she cried. “Why did he act like this supportive boyfriend if he really had a problem with my career?”

“Because sadly, they want to support,” I began to answer. “Until they realize that it doesn’t benefit them.” I looked at Aimee and she looked at me; we didn’t say anything after that.

…

“For fuck’s sake, pick up the phone, Sky,” I said to myself before hanging up the phone. I slammed my phone on top of the counter and sighed loudly. The moment I get Skylar on the phone, I’m directly screaming in her ear about her just going radio silent for days. Don’t let a man get you isolated from the rest of the world, girl. There’s a knock on my front door; I immediately looked at the door confused at who could it be.

After Aimee came to my room to talk about her boyfriend, I called down Maurice to come and cheer her up. Maurice always had a way to get Aimee out of any bad mood or funk. Maurice and Aimee bounce off from each other well, so I figured Maurice would be a great solution to make Aimee feel better about her breakup. Once Maurice and Aimee left my room, I wasn’t expecting anyone to come and knock on my door.

I opened the front door and my eyes immediately widen. This isn’t real; I’m totally dreaming right now. I smiled once I heard Skylar’s loud mouth as I opened the door.

“Surprise!” Skylar said with her arms open wide. I smiled and went in for a hug.

“Sky, what the fuck are you doing here?” I said, still in shock that my cousin from California is standing in front of me in my room in Korea. I look toward my front door and notice someone else standing there with luggage. Skylar turns around and extends her arm to the man standing near the front door. Shawn.

“Well, Shawn and I came out here for two things,” Skylar said as Shawn wrapped his arm around her.

“Oh no, please tell me you aren’t pregnant and did a shotgun wedding back in California,” I said, looking at them both.

“What? No,” Skylar answered. “We were planning to come and meet his family here in Korea, but since we were coming here, I wanted to come and see your show!” I was in a state of shock. It was one thing to get the support from your family by simply sending them a link to the live-stream of the performance, but to actually have someone here in person watching you from the audience; I was very emotional and did nothing but hug Skylar. Oh, and cry a bit.

“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done, ” I said through tears in my eyes. Skylar wipes them off with her hands as I laugh, only because I’m beyond embarrassed. I look over at Shawn. “Sorry, Shawn; I didn’t mean for you to see me like this.”

“No need to be sorry,” Shawn finally spoke. “I’ll do anything that makes Sky happy.” Skylar turns around and kisses Shawn. They are stupidly in love with each other.

“I would’ve let you guys stay here with me, but this technically isn’t my room,” I joked around.

“It’s fine,” Skylar reassured. “Shawn and I booked a hotel room about 15 minutes from where the venue is. We’re staying there until after opening night and then we’re going to Seoul to stay with his family.” I nodded my head as Skylar recited her plans here in Korea.

“I’m glad that you guys are here,” I said and smiled. “Once you guys get settled in, we should go out to dinner.”

“That would be nice,” Shawn responded and looked at Skylar. “I also apologize for Skylar not answering your phone calls; I didn’t show her how to turn her services over to international until we landed.” Skylar rolled her eyes playfully.

“I’ll text you,” Skylar said as she walked toward the front door with one bag of her luggage. “I need to catch up on all of the sleep before it turns to severe jet lag.” I nodded my head, totally agreeing with her.

“Have a safe drive to the hotel,” I waved as they left my room. “I’ll text you!” I closed the door to my room and looked at the time on my stove. Shit, I’m going to be late for rehearsal.

Sahim and I walk the streets of Ulsan, which are already busy at the early hours of this Tuesday morning. He holds my hand as we walk just so that we don’t separate from each other; I’m glad that the streets are busy for that exact reason.

We finally approach this little foreign spot; it’s one of the only places on this particular street that the sign outside is not in Korean. It made me smile, Sahim did his research last night. We walked in and a waitress greets us and seats us at a table near a window. The view is of a garden from the flower shop next to us.

“How’d you sleep last night?” Sahim said as he unfolds a napkin and places it on his lap.

“Pretty good,” I answered. “The jet lag has finally surpassed.” Sahim nods his head, agreeing with my statement. I looked around as I spoke. “Looks like someone did their research ahead of time,” I teased and smiled.

“I did,” Sahim smiled as he admitted. “An expert in traveling told me it was necessary to do some research before going to a place you are not familiar with.”

“They sound like a keeper,” I said, looking at Sahim.

“They are,” Sahim stated. I looked down at the menu because I can feel my face get hot and it was way too early to be feeling the way I was feeling. The waitress comes back with a notepad, ready to take our order. It’s been awhile since I actually had real breakfast; having a real breakfast doesn’t exist in New York. You grab a coffee and a donut and get straight to work. I ordered a western omelet and a hot coffee; Sahim got a bagel with cream cheese and a hot chocolate. Once the waitress walked away, Sahim and I looked at each other.

“How was the after-rehearsal tech meeting?” I asked. “Sonia must’ve been real nice to you guys.”

“This stays between us, but Sonia needs to get a hobby once this production is over,” Sahim said. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“What do you think Sonia does when she’s not directing the production?” I curiously asked.

“She probably would enjoy working as a manager just so she can continue to yell at people,” Sahim joked around. I laughed; he’s definitely not wrong about our director. “But other than that, it was alright. Just some final revisions need to be made before the opening on Friday. How was the rest of your night after rehearsal?”

“It was,” I began to say and exhaled loudly. “Good.”

“That didn’t sound convincing,” Sahim noted.

“I’m a dancer, not an actress,” I said as I leaned back on my chair. The waitress comes with the drinks as we thank her. Sahim resumes looking at me to continue our conversation.

“Wanna talk about it?” Sahim offered.

“I wouldn’t want to put a damper on the day this early in the morning,” I joked around. I was hoping Sahim’s expression would soften up, but it didn’t.

“What happened last night?” Sahim asked. I sighed. I realize that if I really wanted to get to know Sahim better, it was about time I told him things that I haven’t told him yet. It was always hard for me to open up about things that I’m not always proud of; it allows people to make judgments and ask tons of questions that I don’t want to answer. It was easier being in New York having this conversation across a table in the cafe with my daughter in a baby stroller. Being across the world; not so much. I looked at Sahim before I began to speak.

“So,” I said as I sighed. “I typically have a video call with my family in New York every week.”

“What’s so bad about that?” Sahim asked. “Unless you got some bad news from your folks back home.”

“No, no,” I said. “Not with my parents.” I looked back up at Sahim, nervous to finally say something that he never knew about me before. “With my daughter.” I could see Sahim’s eye widen for a split second before he gained his composure.

“Oh, your daughter,” Sahim repeated back as if he was trying to comprehend the information without flipping out. “How old is your daughter?” I stared at Sahim before answering.

“She’s 4,” I answered. “She started school back in September. Her class is going on a field trip today; ice skating,” I smiled as I spoke about Willow. Every time I stopped, I looked at Sahim to see if any reaction would show in his face. For once, he doesn’t look as transparent as he typically does with his feelings. He smiled when I smiled.

“What’s her name?” Sahim asked.

“Willow,” I answered. “Like the tree.”

“That’s a pretty name,” Sahim complimented. Sahim shifted in his seat before he continued to speak. “Are you and, uhm…”

“No, he’s married,” I said. “Of course, after we stopped being a couple.”

“Oh, okay,” Sahim says as he nodded his head. The food now comes, which I’m thankful for since he probably won’t be asking anymore questions as he eats. Of course, I was wrong.

“So is her father watching her while you’re away?” Sahim casually asked, looking more comfortable than he did before. He started to eat his food.

“She lives with her dad,” I admitted. Sahim looked back up, now looking uncomfortable once more. iThis is what I get for being honest with my life.

“Oh,” Sahim simply said. He continued to eat his food, in which I watched him do. I was getting defensive again.

“It’s not like I’m shitty mom,” I spat out, trying to save face. “I had her when I was still a lawyer and I was too young to–“

“Grace,” Sahim said to cut my thought off. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. I apologize for putting you in a position where you felt the need to explain.”

“If I don’t explain myself, then people automatically think I’m a shit mother,” I explained. “This isn’t the first time I sat across a stranger who made the same exact expression that you have on your face explaining my situation with my daughter.” I wanted to just walk out of this place and go hide in my hotel room before rehearsal later tonight. Why would I think that Sahim would understand such a weird and unconventional thing like this? No one is capable of understanding this without their judgement.

“The way that you live your life is nobody else’s business,” Sahim responded. “If it works for you, then that’s all that matters. The fact that you even make an effort to keep in touch with your family while you’re away says something different about you.”

“Yeah,” I scoffed. “It says “who is capable of leaving their child behind for a year for a job’?”

“Someone that doesn’t love their child enough to remember that they are also a parent,” Sahim answered. “From what you told me, you have these calls with your daughter every week. A kid can tell when their parent doesn’t really want to be around them; they don’t share anything about their lives, they stay quiet around them, and they simply feel better when that estranged parent finally leaves for the day.” Sahim sighed before he continued. “My father was a shitty father. He would only visit for Christmas, and then he would leave for another year until it was Christmas again.” I looked at Sahim, listening to him open up about something he probably wasn’t planning on opening up about for the sake of making me feel better about Willow. His story made me feel like someone can understand even the slightest bit of my own upbringings.

“My mother left me for her job,” I admitted. “For this production, as a matter of fact. The production was going to be in India. It was either me and my dad or her dance career. She chose her career. I didn’t see or hear from her until I was 17 years old, when I came to New York for a couple of months that my dad was working a case for.” Sahim didn’t say anything after that. I leaned back in my chair and sighed. I made it this far into the story, might as well just confess some more.

“Her dad told me that he signed her up for dance classes,” I started to explain. “I fear I’m continuing this generational curse where work means more than love and family. Like, why would she want to be like her mom that visits her through a screen once a week?”

“Because she probably doesn’t have this judgement on you,” Sahim answered. “Maybe she sees what you do and admires that her mom is a dancer. Is she tuning into the livestrea of the opening show?” I nodded yes.

“That’s all she talks about,” I said, smiling. “She’s so excited to watch.” I can feel tears forming in my eyes and I don’t catch the first couple of drops in time with a napkin. I quickly wiped my face with the napkin, trying to control the tears. “I’m sorry.”

“No need,” Sahim reassured. “Thank you for trusting me with your story, and thank you for listening to mine.” I looked at Sahim as he handed his napkin from his lap. I take it, smiling in return.

“I know this is not what you expected to get after kissing you in the nightclub the other night,” I joked, cleaning the wet tears off of my face. Sahim laughed and shook his head.

“No, but I think I like this better,” Sahim responded. We continued to eat our breakfast in silence, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. In a way, it was a mutual silence, one that symbolized us enjoying each other’s presence in this moment.