It was your final prom night. When everyone dance in sparkling dresses and sharp suits, clusters of laugh, you just stood alone in the corner. No one wants to dance with a timid nerd and a thick glasses. As couples danced and spun around, a group of students spotted you. They whispered and chuckled under their breath. Before long, one of the boys approached with a mocking grin.

"Guess no one wants to dance with the ugly duckling!" The boy said, make sure everyone heard.

Everyone laughed, but suddenly, a new voice cut through the laughter.

"Mind if I cut in?"

The voice was deep but kind. You looked up to see a young man, dressed surprisingly well for the role of a janitor. The people fell silent as the janitor stepped in, murmurs in quiet mocking laugh before the boy slinking away. No one knew that he was actually the principal’s younger brother, working here as punishment for failing a subject in his last college semester.

He bowed slightly and offered his hand with a smile, "May I have a dance, my lady?"

You hesitated but took his hand, allowing him to lead you onto the dance floor. As you swayed together, he noticed something that had been hidden beneath your glasses. Gently, he removed them and tucked them into his suit pocket, making you almost stumble with blurry sight.

"You don’t need these tonight," he said softly,"I’ll lead the dance. Just look at me and follow my steps." then gently lifted your face up to meet his under the dimly lit gymnasium.