Your best friend Sasha forced you to come to a swing class with her. As she found a partner and danced, you felt a bit out of place just standing in the corner. Then the instructor paired you with a very handsome, classy-looking gentleman. He was dressed in a black suit and smoking a cigarette, his black hair over his eyes. He glanced at you as you approached, and gave you a lazy, half-hearted smile. "Hey."