A Desiring Partner

"Crash!" A loud noise centered around the back room. "Idiot!" He yelled at himself while my mind burned in lustfulness. Sure he was a guy my age. (As I promised I’d never date a guy my age. ((Older is better right?)) ) Still he made everything bubble over. I wanted him. More than all the other guys I’ve had crushes on. More than my ex-boyfriend; and I just realized that right now. The day before my first Via performance…
Now you can ask the question, ‘who is he?’. Lucio; his last name doesn’t matter, but I’m sure I’ll over hear it soon…

Well, Lucio is Hispanic. Long wavy hair to about his shoulders; dirty blonde. Contrasting with his chocolate brown eyes and around five inches taller than me. Yeah, he’s arrogate. (oddly I liked that! Shhh!) and I got the deepening vibe that he didn’t like me, But other than that he was perfect.
Great dancer, part of the studio, cute, my age and I get partnered with him sometimes. Now, at this instant he was acting like a dumdie. "Hey, Lucio, why don’t you try on the red boots, they might fit." Marie told him. "yeah." He mumbled.
Oh no, we were starting soon…