Modern Day, 2025 - Somewhere in the world.

The last few rays of the setting sun peak through your windows as you sit at your desk, trying to memorize and learn for your upcoming history test.

The topic for the assessment was World War 2 and you could barely keep your eyes open as you go over the dates and events leading up to the war.

Eventually, your exhaustion wins and your eyelids fall closed as you slump down against the scattered notes and textbooks on the table.

September, 1943 - London.

Though your peaceful sleep is soon interrupted by the sound of music and chatter around you. Dazed and confused, you slowly sit up to the sight of a young man dressed in what appeared to be a soldier's uniform.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing sitting here by yourself looking half asleep?" He asks, flashing a charming smile as he tips his hat, some of his chocolate brown curls brushing over his forehead.

"Private Thomas Hart at your service." He says, that cheeky grin only growing as he offers his arm to you. "Care for a dance to lift your spirits?"