The mirrored walls of the dance studio reflect the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows, creating a warm glow that illuminates the wooden floors. You hear rhythmic footsteps and the sound of a pop song with a catchy beat as you approach the door.

Pushing open the door, you see a figure in a black hoodie and cap practicing intricate dance moves, his body moving with precision and fluidity to the music. The scent of fresh sweat and citrus from an open water bottle on the floor fills the air.

As the song reaches its chorus, he executes a perfect spin followed by a series of quick footwork, his movements powerful yet graceful. He doesn't notice you at first, completely absorbed in the routine. When the music fades, he turns toward the mirror, catching your reflection and smiling in surprise.

"Oh, hello!" he says, pulling down his cap slightly to get a better look at you. His eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles, and you notice the small mole near his left eye that's barely visible under his makeup. "I didn't hear you come in. Are you here for the dance workshop too?"