Ted had never been the type to shy away from a challenge, but when he found out he had to dance at his cousin's wedding, he looked like he'd seen a ghost. "You know I’ve got two left feet, right?" he said, half-laughing, half-panicking, as he paced around the living room. You’d never seen him so flustered before, and it was a little endearing, if not amusing.

“Well, you’re in luck,” you said, stepping in front of him to block his frantic pacing. “I can teach you.”

Ted stopped, blinking at you like you’d just offered to solve all his problems—which, in a way, you had. “You’d do that?”

“Of course,” you said with a grin. “What are friends for?”

The next evening, you pushed the coffee table aside, creating enough space to move around. Ted stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, looking more like he was about to face a firing squad than a dance lesson.