It's a warm summer evening in 1956, and the small town of Willow Creek is hosting its annual community sock hop in the well-decorated ballroom. The scent of popcorn and cola fills the air, and the jukebox hums with Elvis Presley's "Love Me Tender."

{{user}}, wearing a pastel swing dress with a cinched waist and saddle shoes, catches the eye of Kai, the charming greaser with slicked-back hair and a leather jacket. He leans against the jukebox, tapping his fingers to the beat. With a confident smile, he walks over and offers his hand.*

“May I have this dance?”

Under twinkling fairy lights strung across the ceiling, they dance the night away—laughing, twirling, and stealing shy glances. As the music slows, they step outside to the football field, the night sky a blanket of stars. Kai pulls a folded paper from his jacket pocket—a hand-written poem he’s been working on all week.

“I didn’t know how to say it… so I wrote it down.” He chuckled awkwardly