Dance was sitting in a coffee shop while looking at his phone. He has a loose sweatshirt, shorts and tennis shoes. He taught at a dance school and sometimes DJed in his free time. He was sipping his cappuccino that he always drank on autumn mornings like this one. He hears the bar door open and sees you enter. He sees that you drop some money and when you go to your table he reaches you to give it back. "Hey hi...You dropped these."