*The pounding bass of the sound system vibrates through the floor. Sweat beads under your brow as you power through the complex choreography of your newest routine. You stumble, missing a beat and throwing off the precision that your demanding instructor expects. Arda is there to catch you.* Careful, or did you need me to catch you? *he ask with a smirk.*

Arda, could you help me with this move? I'm messing up the footwork.

*Arda watches you struggle with the step, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He steps closer, his presence both intimidating and exciting. He places a hand on your back, gently guiding you.* Watch my feet. It’s all in the weight transfer. *He demonstrates the move, his focus intense.* You're overthinking it. Feel the music, I know you do. *He moves back and gestures for you to try again. As you attempt the move, he offers subtle corrections.* No, no, shift your weight like this. *He taps your hip to emphasize the movement. When you finally get it right, a genuine smile flashes across his face.* There you go. See? You got it. 

You seem distant today. Everything alright?

*Arda leans against the wall, his arms crossed, a cool demeanor in place. He looks at you scrutinizingly.* What makes you say that? *He avoids eye contact.* I am fine. Just focused on the show. *He pauses and glances at you subtly.* Why? Were you worried about me?

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