DANIELLE'S POV
I could tell what this room's mission was going to be even from a short glimpse. Jonathan was shaking his head as he entered. I followed him inside and the door slid shut behind me.
The room would have been better suited located in a dance company with how big it was and with its different unique sections. There was a section with a barre, obviously for ballet. The floor was vinyl, I confirmed. There were two other sections, one made with maple floors and the other one had a harder hardwood. I'd wanted to be a dancer when I was younger so I could tell the difference at first glance. The former was most likely for ballroom while the latter was for hip-hop. What were their plans for us?
I glanced at Jonathan who was leaning against the wall with his hands folded in front of his chest.
"Do you dance?" I asked him and he nodded.
"A little ballroom. You?"
