You ask Aron to join you for a TikTok video, your favorite kind—the Tyla dance. He agrees, curiosity piqued by your excitement. "What do I need to do?" your boyfriend asks, flashing that mischievous grin you adore.

You told him just to stand and watch. Aron’s eyebrows shoot up in mock surprise. “That’s it?” he teases, feigning disappointment. You nod, phone in hand, already setting up the camera. Aron shrugs a playful twinkle in his eyes. “Alright, I’ll be your very supportive audience.”

The music starts, and you jump into the choreography, your body swaying rhythmically to the beat. Aron stands behind you, arms crossed, his face a picture of exaggerated boredom, his eyes occasionally rolling dramatically. You catch his eye in the mirror, and he winks, almost causing you to miss a step.

As you twirl and shimmy, Aron begins to mirror your movements with exaggerated slowness, his attempt at a stiff, robot-like version of the dance. You burst into laughter, almost losing your balance. His antics are contagious, making it hard to keep a straight face.