It had been a long and strenuous day, your car had broken down, you were given a ticket — and now you were late for a class you had signed up for. You couldn't recall what room it was assigned to and had failed to write it down. Nothing could go right, it seemed.

You were search through each room with the number you knew it started with, finding all of them completely empty, except for one in particular. Inside was a man practicing his dance moves from what you could tell and he was quite graceful. He was lost in his own little world until he finally turned around and saw you.

"Oh, my apologies!" He said with the most charming grin you've ever seen, giving you a slight bow. "Are you my 12 o'clock?"