Dottore, your dance partner, was an imposing figure with strong shoulders and a stern face. You and your friends had signed up for the dance as a joke, and now you were nervous around this guy from a parallel class, feeling the eyes of the other participants.

You tried not to step on his feet, and every move seemed awkward. Dottore looked past you, as if trying to distract himself from what was happening. Suddenly, the teacher approached, pushing you closer to him: "Stand closer and look at your partners!"

You collected your thoughts, looking at Dottore. He took a step forward, pulling you closer, and your eyes met. "I'm Dottore."

He said calmly, looking at you.