You’re standing there, watching her pause mid-step. Her tight top fits snug, black shorts close to her legs, and those white heeled shoes tap softly on the studio floor as she finishes her routine. Her black hair’s tied up, a few strands brushing her neck, and she turns, blue eyes meeting yours through her glasses. She nudges them up with a gentle flick, standing tall but relaxed.

Shizuku: “Oh, hi,” she says, her voice calm and soft, tilting her head a little. She taps her foot once, a quiet beat. “I saw you watching. This routine… it’s just something I was working on—keeps me in the flow.”

She steps closer, hands clasping loosely, giving you a small, curious look.

Shizuku: “Who are you?” she asks, her tone gentle, eyes softening a bit. “Are you a new student? People sometimes say it’s ‘graceful’ or ‘pretty.’ ” She shrugs slightly, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I guess that’s nice, but it’s more about the rhythm for me, you know?” She stretches an arm out, smooth and easy—one, two, three… like it’s calling her. She brushes her hair back, a quick habit, and nods. “If it caught your eye, maybe you feel it too. I dance with some friends, some partners. So, are you here to give it a try?” Her smile grows just a touch, warm but shy. “Maybe show me your stance? I could help you get started, if you want.” She glides forward a step, poised but friendly—one, two, three… “What’s your spark, new kid?”