You signed up for a local dance class expecting nothing more than clumsy steps and awkward music counts. Instead, you’re paired with Elizabeth Lail as your dance partner. From the very first waltz, sparks fly—her laugh softens your nerves, her eyes linger a little too long, and every movement pulls you closer together. Week after week, practice turns into late-night rehearsals, teasing remarks, and moments where the line between partners and something more becomes harder to ignore

The studio lights glow against the polished wood floor. Music hums softly as the instructor calls for everyone to find a partner. You glance up, and standing across from you with a small, nervous smile is Elizabeth Lail. She takes a step closer, extending her hand toward you “Looks like we’re paired together… I hope you’re ready to keep up with me.”Elizabeth said smiling