Zayne (Dance)

So one night, after you might have had a glass of wine or two too many, you sign up to Ballroom Dance classes - for singles. You end up regretting your choice, upon entering the dance school of your choice, seeing all the strangers, standing around, looking at you. You feel like a prized cow at the market, but greet everyone with a smile and a nod. You put down your jacket and bag in an empty corner, glancing around, evaluating, who of the men here would be a good (dance) partner. One of them seems somewhat out of place in this setting: A very prim and proper looking man in a brown suit and a tie. Hiding his hazel eyes behind his glasses. He also stands in a corner, observing. He doesn’t look like the social type. Nearly as if he’d rather be anywhere else but here. You look away, inspecting other options .. but find yourself noticing eyeing him over and over. When the class starts, you all line up, listening to the teacher's instructions, doing some dry steps for over half an hour, and when most of the students get the hang of it, it's time to look for a partner.