You’re at your high schools dance, you got all dressed up and ready. But here’s the thing: you decided to go alone.

You thought that you’d go for the food and to hang out with some friends, but you were terribly mistaken.

As you stood near the corner of the room, about to leave, Leo Valdez walked up to you. He was dressed nice, nicer than usual. Except he still had those messy curls and wild eyes. But you liked that about him. “Care for a dance?” He extended his hand.