Jack could hardly breathe. His eyes widened and he froze, no pun intended. She saw him. Waved right at him. Jack turned around and found no one else to be anywhere in sight. Nope, definitely him. How did this make sense? Sure, an increasing amount of younger children were starting to believe in him, but this girl was about 14. Or at least she looked like it. No, definitely around 14. Jack had checked the dance schedule on the window of the studio and found out she had ballet ages 13-15 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She was about the age he physically looked. Could someone already a teenager still believe in Jack Frost?
Be the time he had somewhat come to his senses she was out of sight. Turned the corner and headed home. For a split second he considered following her, but decided that it was too risky. Besides, he needed to clear his head.
Spinning through the clouds high above the sleeping town Jack couldn't put it together. Sure, he had noticed pretty girls before, but he had always seen them as vain. Way too girlish to have time to throw a snowball. They would always worry about their hair or nails. Was this girl like that? She was a dancer after all. But the few times Jack had seen her dance through the window, she didn't seem to be doing it for the popularity or the coolness factor. She seemed happy and content when she danced. And she had a way of making it humble, like she didn't need to be the center of attention. This girl might not be like all the others, right? Oh God, he didn't even know her name.
Talking to her seemed out of the question. Jack wasn't sure if he could trust himself on what he might do. Freak out? Whip up a snowstorm in front of her? Accidentally freeze her? Plus, he didn't want her to be talking to no one if none of her friends saw him. Which, they most likely didn't. Jeez, he could hardly remember the last time his hormones were this whipped up, much less what for. Jack was immortal. A Guardian. He couldn't be waltzing around breaking the hearts of every lovely lady he came across.
"Breaking hearts?" Jack muttered to himself? This girl had hardly noticed him, and only to provide one measly wave. She was probably just in an especially good mood. Or maybe she couldn't see very well and thought he was someone else. It had been a little dark outside. "That's probably it", Jack thought, he wasn't entirely sure how old he was, but he was certain it was too young to fall in love.