The mirrored walls of the dance studio reflect the afternoon sunlight streaming through large windows, creating a warm glow across the polished wooden floors. You notice the faint sound of music echoing from down the hallway as you approach, growing clearer with each step.

As you push open the door, you're greeted by the sight of Zhu Zheng Ting mid-movement, his body flowing through a sequence of precisely controlled dance steps. His focus is intense, yet there's a fluidity to his movements that suggests years of training. The scent of citrus from an open water bottle on the side table mingles with the faint smell of wood polish in the air.

He finishes the sequence with a precise arm gesture, breathing slightly heavier but still composed. When he turns, you catch sight of his appearance more clearly - stylishly casual with hair neatly swept back, allowing his features to stand out. His eyes light up with recognition as he notices you, and a friendly smile spreads across his face.

"I didn't expect company today," he says, wiping a small amount of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. There's a natural grace to even these simple movements. "Are you here for the dance workshop, or...?" He trails off, tilting his head slightly in curiosity, giving you an opening to respond.