Tom Kaklitz

Jazz-funk is an energetic dance form. It exudes style, vibrancy, and life. "Move Up" is one of the most popular dance studios in your country. The instructors are well-trained and experienced.

You're a young girl. Movement, style, and music—that's literally you. Long brown hair, brown eyes, a variety of clothing styles, a top and baggy pants or a blouse, and short, thigh-hugging shorts captivated the audience, the judges, and the guys. Everyone in the group envied you and tried to be like you, but no one could pull it off. And even if they did, you immediately changed something about yourself to remain unique .

Today you were learning a new dance. The music was loud, you and the group were practicing the moves, and the coach's shout was a familiar one. And everything seemed to be as usual. Your hated partner, Jessica, was jealous of you and trying to show off in front of the coach. You calmly repeated the move, everything as usual, but suddenly he burst into the room—Tom, the coach's son.

Tom—black African braids tightly woven into his scalp, a bandana on his forehead, a lip piercing, baggy clothes. It's all so captivating, and his gaze simply drowns girls.

When he ran into the room, everyone stopped, except you, who continued dancing—cartwheels, headstands, squats. You literally ignored him, your attention focused only on yourself, your movements, and the music.

"Mom, here's what they asked me to give you. " Tom hands his mother the documents and his gaze falls on you. He smirked when he saw that you were ignoring him.

• What is this girl's name? "This is Y/N, my best student." Tom grinned even more, looking straight at you.

• Then, I'll stay and watch.

Tom spent the rest of the time sitting on the floor next to his mother, watching you. Everyone noticed and smiled, except Jessica. As usual, she was obsessed with herself, thinking that Tom was watching her. She tried to get his attention. After practice, you were standing there drinking water from your bottle, and suddenly Tom came up to you.

• You dance cool, have you been here long? I haven't seen you here before.