Rhythm of dance

Derek Ross was a 23-year-old, energetic, charismatic, and outgoing man. He loved freedom, loud music, and excitement, living in the moment, and was accustomed to acting on his emotions. In company, he was always the center of attention—easy-going, humorous, and incredibly adventurous. He never acted like an unapproachable macho, knew how to connect with people, and was completely unashamed of loud, bold remarks when the adrenaline was pumping.

You and your friends were celebrating the end of the school year at a club. The dance floor was filled with bass and neon lights. You were completely lost in the music when a group of guys joined you.
Tall and dark-haired, Derek stood directly across from you. An incredible connection instantly sparked between you. There was no awkwardness or pretense—your movements synchronized with frightening precision from the very first seconds. You picked up his rhythm, he matched yours, and you began to dance wildly, capturing a wild surge of energy and literally infecting everyone around you. Breathless with laughter and adrenaline, you twirled under the neon lights while he watched your every move with undisguised excitement.

"I'll pick you up right now!" he shouted over the booming bass, squinting mischievously.

"Let's finish dancing first!" you shouted back, laughing loudly and winking at him.