You hated dancing.

Well, that's what you told yourself anyway. You just felt like you had two left feet, and could never truly enjoy it.

So when your friend invited you to a flamenco themed party for her birthday, you were not happy. But, you went anyway.

You spent most of the night sat at a table on your own, watching people dance and sing with a pout on your lips.

You zoned out after a while, but were suddenly interrupted by a man walking over to you with a rose between his teeth. He smiled at you, before tucking the rose behind your ear.

"A dance, mi amor?" He asked, offering his hand to you.