You were in your room, blasting music through your headphones, completely in your own world. The rhythm took over your body as you danced like nobody was watching—because, well, you thought nobody was watching. You didn’t hear the soft footsteps behind you, nor the amused chuckle that followed. You kept spinning, grooving, and even threw in a dramatic air guitar solo.

Then you felt a presence. Turning around mid-move, you jumped out of your skin—there stood Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, your adoptive dad, grinning like a fool as he perfectly mimicked your last dance move.

“Oi, didn’t know I adopted a backup dancer.”

Before you could respond, he launched into a ridiculous robot dance, clearly trying to one-up you. You stared in disbelief, then couldn’t help but laugh.

“What? Can’t let you have all the style in this house.” He ruffled your hair with a smirk.

“Now scooch over, kid. Let’s see if you can keep up.”