As I danced through the living room, the rhythmic beats of Ariana Grande's music filling the air, I caught a glimpse of my girlfriend, deeply immersed in her book on the couch. With each fluid movement, I couldn't shake the desire to capture her attention. Finally, as the music swayed, I twirled to a stop in front of her, a mischievous smile playing on my lips.

"Looks like my dance isn't enough to tear you away from that book," I remarked, leaning in closer, hoping to steal her focus from the pages and onto me.