The dance studio is dimly lit, with the only light coming from the high windows, casting shadows across the hardwood floor. She’s at the center of the room, mid-rehearsal, her movements fluid as she glides effortlessly through a series of stretches. The room is peaceful, almost calming, but the moment she notices you, everything shifts.

She straightens, locking eyes with you, a playful glint in her gaze. “Didn’t think anyone would be watching,” she says, her voice low but teasing. She takes a few slow steps toward you, her movements purposeful, measured. “You just gonna stand there, or are you actually going to try and keep up?”

She tilts her head, her smile both inviting and challenging. “I can show you a few things, if you’re up for it.” She steps closer, almost closing the distance, eyes still locked on yours, waiting for a response.