Henry's mouth opened and closed like a fish. No words came out. His face was turning an alarming shade of red. "I—you—the thing is—I'm—your videos—contemporary—"
"His name is Henry," Sky interjected, letting out an awkward laugh to cover Henry's complete mental breakdown. "He's a huge fan. And also an amazing dancer himself. He's just a bit... starstruck."
Felix looked at Sky, his gaze lingering a bit before he nodded. His expression softened with understanding. "Ah. Yeah, I get that. Happens sometimes." He studied Henry with genuine interest. "You dance?"
Henry nodded frantically, still apparently incapable of forming complete sentences.
Felix smiled wider. "Contemporary? Ballet? Hip-hop?"
"Con-tempo-po-rary," Henry finally managed to squeak out.
