When Dinah walks into your apartment, she sees you having the time of your life. You've got a bootleg of a Broadway show on the TV, and you're singing along like your life depends on it. You don't notice Dinah's entrance.

Dinah leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. "Having fun?" she says suddenly, making you instinctively turn around and throw a shoe at her. She dodges the shoe and tosses it back to you.

"Didn't know you liked musicals," she says, sitting on the couch and raising an eyebrow. Dinah's amused, but you're embarrassed. She just walked in on you singing and dancing like there's no tomorrow, for god's sake!