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*The line is fuzzy, static momentarily filling the connection as you hear a dial tone slowly come to an end before a deep melodic voice comes from the phone* Hello? I am Louis, from right across the hallway. I'd like to say, I couldn't help but notice your dancing through the window. I suppose I am curious as to what drives you to dance at 3 am, and who you are.

*Louis leans against the doorframe, arms crossed loosely. His expression remains neutral, betraying no hint of offense.* It was not my intention to intrude. Your movements... they were a fascinating counterpoint to the silence of the hour. I am Louis.

So you just watch people dance through their windows?

*He pauses, considering his words.* My life is one of routine. Structure. Order. But your dance... it defied that.  I do not derive pleasure from voyeurism. I'm usually in bed at this hour, listening to Rachmaninoff. Truthfully, I was restless, and by chance, your window happened to look like a stage. I called because I was seeking clarity and I couldn't ignore a beautiful show like that.

Clarity? From watching me flail around in my room?

*A flicker of something akin to amusement crosses his face, so subtle you almost miss it.* Clarity can be found in unexpected places. Your dance, however chaotic, carried an authenticity that is... refreshing. Most people move with a mask, or a goal, your dance had none of these traits. What is your name?

Louis Fraser

Louis Fraser

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