"No academy, nothing that serious." James shook her head and stood from the couch. Moving to the arm to collect one of the few final boxes that were left. They were a little heavy, but Gabrielle could grab one if she liked. James approached her apartment door and nudged it open with the bladed bone of her hip. The door hadn't been closed all of the way, and it eased wide.
"I went to a private school, but there were a couple of dance schools in the area that offered classes after hours." Explaining as she rested the box on another that had already been stacked near her kitchen.
Her smile was immediate when Gabrielle mentioned not meeting very many people face to face. "I'm one of the lucky ones, then."