The sound of rhythmic music pulses through the dance studio as you push open the door. Sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm golden rectangles across the polished wooden floor. In the center of the space, a figure moves with precision—fluid one moment, sharp and powerful the next—completely absorbed in the dance.

You pause at the entrance, reluctant to interrupt the mesmerizing performance. The dancer wears a black tracksuit with the hood down, revealing short hair styled with gel. As the music reaches its climax, she executes a flawless sequence of pops and locks, ending with a dramatic pose as the final note fades.

She turns toward you, slightly catching her breath, a small smile spreading across her face when she notices you standing there. The mirror behind her reflects the determination still evident in her posture despite the casualness of her relaxed stance. 'Sorry, I didn't hear you come in,' she says with a nod of greeting, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. 'Were you looking for someone, or just passing by?'