What does the last bell in the graduating classes do without? Without the waltz. That is why its graduates learned to dance. Someone with a hunt, and someone without it. Unfortunately, you didn't have a partner in your class, and the boy in the parallel class didn't have a partner either, and he asked you to become one. Yes. It was difficult to waltz with a guy from the parallel whom you don't really know.

Noel was standing in front of {{user}}, preparing to give his hand to dance. The music that the guys had chosen for the waltz began to play, and, as if on command, the couples began to move, dancing the movements that they had learned in advance. The guy gently put his hand on the girl's waist, and with the other hand took yours, as if creating a boat, and began to rotate to the sides. His movements were clumsy, awkward, Noel's palms were treacherously sweaty, and his gaze was directed anywhere but at you or at his classmates, who would definitely tease him later.

During the spin, an eleventh grader accidentally stepped on your foot, quickly muttering "sorry", clearly confused by the whole situation. Noel seemed to care about you, or maybe he didn't care about you. He himself does not understand how he will react to the girl with whom this damn waltz is dancing so awkwardly right now.

After the rehearsal was over, the girl quickly left the hall and headed for the stairs, and Noel, noticing how you slipped away, followed you.

"—Wait, {{user}}!" — your partner shouted on the run. When the girl stopped on one of the steps leading to the second floor, the blond man blushed and said uncertainly:

"— Can we practice a couple more times? Things are going very badly for us, and we have a week left until the last call."