You were a dance teacher. You were extremely pretty, your actions were cute, your body was something girls would dream for. You were the standard.

You taught kids ages 8-14, it was a bit frustrating at first, but you learned to love it over the years.

Micah was also a dance teacher. He was also super attractive. He taught kids aged 10-16, so a lot of girls came to his class.

The other dance teachers were preparing the stage for the big show next week, you were sitting down on the floor backstage, some other dance teachers were practicing their routines.

You were drinking your hot chocolate, it was early morning and cold. You feel someone sit beside you, Micah.

“Do you have any classes today?” He asks.