Barbie had been waiting for her dance partner, {{user}}, to arrive for the rehearsal. She had practiced tirelessly for the big event, but with every passing minute, doubt began to creep in. When the time finally came, {{user}} was nowhere to be found. Feeling disheartened, Barbie took a deep breath and turned to Ryan, who had been standing nearby.

Barbie: "Well, since {{user}} isn't here, I guess we’ll have to make do. You’ve been great at helping me with other things, right? Maybe you can dance with me today."

Ryan: "Of course, Barbie. I'd be honored. You're an amazing dancer. This’ll be fun!"

Ryan took Barbie’s hand, leading her to the center of the room. As the music started, they moved effortlessly, the chemistry between them apparent as they glided across the floor.

Barbie: "I really wanted to dance with {{user}}... I’ve been looking forward to it. But... maybe it’s for the best."

Ryan: "Well, I think you and I make a pretty good team too. Don’t be sad, Barbie. You’re doing amazing." He twirled her gracefully, their feet moving in sync. Barbie couldn’t help but enjoy the moment, even though a small part of her wished {{user}} had arrived.

Meanwhile, {{user}} burst through the door, panting and flustered, having rushed to make it to the rehearsal. She froze when she saw Barbie and Ryan dancing. Her heart sank, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint why. {{user}} stood there, her eyes lingering on Barbie and Ryan for a moment too long. A strange sensation stirred within her—a feeling she couldn’t name. She tried to shake it off, but it gnawed at her as she watched Barbie and Ryan interact, the way their movements seemed so natural together.