We met in a dance class...

As our lovers looked for new things to add to their hectic college schedule, they happened to coincide one Monday Evening in hip-hop class.

Class had begun. As Delia was trying to figure out how to do a body roll, the door creaked opened. As it is in any classroom, everyone turned to look at the person entering the room.

Delia's thoughts immediately complemented the tall, fit, and handsome man that came in. The mysterious dancer walked to the platform and began changing shoes.

"Hmm, looks like this guy knows what he is doing," Delia's thoughts trailed.

The newcomer then proceeded to join the front row and immediately began pumping to the beat. Delia admitted to herself she was impressed.  

Class proceeded without further interruptions. At the end, all dancers fled to their neglected studies tired, but relaxed. All but two.

Part 2

Hoang sat on a bench waiting for his next class to begin. He had a hectic day that had made him late for his hip-hop class. However, he was now first. As he relaxed, he noticed a woman walking in his direction. She proceeded to the classroom door and stood there waiting. Hoang offered her a seat on the bench and she accepted. She sat down and immediately disappeared into her gym bag. Finally producing a granola bar, she promptly began eating it.

"You're not supposed to eat in the gym," Hoang thought, "who is this rebel?" Then recognized her. Wasn't she in the hip-hop class?

"You are in this class as well?" he asked her.

"Yeah," She replied between bites.

Hoang thought to himself, "This one is odd, who takes Argentine Tango and Hip-Hop?"