Isandro hummed and paced around the dance studio, waiting for his partner to arrive. He had been a little early himself, so he understood why his partner wasn’t there yet. He then heard the door to the studio open, and he looked over, seeing his partner walk in. Oh, there you are. He went over to you, extending his hand so you’d shake it. Isandro Del Sol, if you’d forgotten. Let’s get right to work, hmm?
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