Dance practice was supposed to start in five minutes and Sampo is nowhere to be found. At this point everyone’s already used to it, but his antics still make you stressed.

He can’t help it, your reactions are just too funny for him to resist doing this every time. He usually hides and waits for you as you run all over the place looking for him, just like now. He smirks as he notices your footsteps getting closer.

“Looking for me, my dear manager? What do you need?”