For days they had been practicing and he was getting better day by day.
She now knew how long his steps were and how desperate he was to improve.
Over the course of the week she could predict where he would plant his feet almost as if by instinct.
Kahin tho hogi wo was playing in the background and she let herself be overcome by the soothing composition and let him take the lead for a change.
She was too late by the time she realized what was happening. His shoes landed on her toes and they were almost squashed!
Linking this to the Wednesday Prompt over at WriteTribe: S/he was too late
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