You were sitting outside your first dance class, reconsidering every decision that brought you there, when you texted a friend for moral support.

Except the number doesn't belong to your friend anymore.

It belongs to Choi San.

You don't know him. He doesn't know you. And he probably should've mentioned that before giving you an unsolicited pep talk and ordering you through the door.

Now you've accidentally acquired a very opinionated stranger who refuses to let his motivational speech go to waste.

It's still your choice whether you listen.