After two more hours of frustration, they were finally done for the day. Nadia changed with the other dancers, her mind mostly on her soft bed that was waiting for her back at her apartment. However, she had promised to eat something with David and wasn't about to call that off, unless he was too tired for that. Her muscles protested as she got on her feet, fully clothed, and wished a good night to her fellow dancers.<br/><br/>As she arrived into the hallway, she caught sight of David and Patricia. The singer was peering out of her dressing room and smiling to David. That was until the blonde noticed Nadia and gave her one of those death glares that only women could comprehend. Nadia blinked her eyes and looked away, suddenly feeling a very familiar yet strange pang in her chest. She recognized it as jealousy and although she was truly a kindhearted person, she hadn't been spared from jealousy in her life. In fact, much of her motivation stemmed from healthy jealousy.<br/><br/>The difference here was that Patricia was not a dancer. She competed in a completely different league, which suddenly made Nadia very much aware of how inadequate she was compared to her. She was just Nadia: the self-cut hair, the freckles that spared no part of her body and the small boobs. And there was nothing she could do about those things, because she couldn't afford a proper cut, couldn't hide her freckles and most definitely couldn't get a boob job. At least in the world of ballet she could always train herself until she'd outshine others.<br/><br/>Having established this, Nadia realized she was perhaps overthinking things a little. Patricia had no reason and should never have a reason to give her that kind of look. She didn't want any trouble, just the money she'd get from this shoot. Also, she barely knew David. On what exactly was she basing her assumption that there might be some sort of a connection between them? After reasoning for a while, she felt much more comfortable in her own skin and was able to turn to David and return his smile.<br/><br/>"Are you still up for something to eat?" Nadia asked and allowed her eyes to move to Patricia's dressing room's door and, with a clever and curious smile, she spoke: "What was that? Was she happy about the shoot?"<br/><br/>Now that she thought about it, actors who came to the city often had a bit of a reputation. In the opera dressing room it seemed to always be the same story of some handsome male actor who had come for a few weeks and then left a broken heart behind. Was David the same, just looking for the quickest and easiest fun he could get? And yet he didn't seem like that at all. If it was, why would he waste time on some tooth fairy like Nadia when there was a goddess like Patricia that was clearly interested? Ah, there she was again, getting jealous.<br/><br/>"Come, let's go, I'm hungry and so incredibly tired." Nadia grinned, already the feeling the aches that she would suffer tomorrow when getting out of bed.