"Okay ladies, we're done for the day!", Olivia called out, grabbing a hand towel from the back of her chair to wipe the sweat away from her face, before reaching for her bedazzled water bottle. "I'll see you all Monday evening!"

"Olivia, what about The Box? You can't forget about The Box!", Abby called out.

"You're right, how could I forget about The Box? Abbz, do me a favor and grab it for me. Ladies, take a seat", she said, turning her chair around and sitting in front of her class. She grabbed The Box from Abby, placing it on her lap as she waited for Abby to take her own seat. Once she had everyone's attention, she shook The Box, the sound of the contents inside tapping along the sides lightly as they spun around. She reached inside, grabbing a strip of paper, unfolding it before the group.

"Twerk?!", she looked up, reading the sheet to the group. "Who picked twerking?", a smile spread across her face as a lone hand in the back of the room raised up for her attention. "Quinn, twerking? I'm surprised", she giggled. "You know the rules, explanation?"

Quinn stood to her feet, cradling her arms nervously as she looked at all of the faces staring at her. "Well, Miley Cyrus does it, I just thought we could-"

"Oh no baby, Miley Cyrus does NOT twerk. She shakes what little back she has and holds her tongue out like she's tryna catch a snowflake!", interrupted Nichelle, causing the group to start laughing. "Now, if you REALLY wanna learn how to twerk, then we can take a nice little trip to-"

"Okay Nichelle, we get the picture", Olivia said, trying to get control of her group. "Quinn, Miley Cyrus is not a good example of twerking hun. But, I think that this was a pretty good pick. So, for the month of October, we'll focus on the proper techniques of twerking. Anyone disagrees?", she looked at the group, waiting for some form of disapproval. "Well then, that's that. See you all next week! Abby and Quinn, can I get some help with the chairs please?"

"You sure you don't wanna join us for dinner Quinn?", she asked her, double checking that all the doors were locked.

"I'd love to, but I can't. I have to study for a test next week. But you guys enjoy!"

"Thanks Quinn, and good luck to you on your test. I know you'll do well", she flashed a smile at her. "Abby, hurry up!", she called out from where she and Quinn stood outside.

"Sorry, I had to make sure I looked presentable", Abby said as she followed them outside. Olivia rolled her eyes, stepping in to lock the door.

"Tug", she said to them. It was a thing she had about her when locking up; she always had to make each of them tugged on the door handle as hard as they could, guaranteeing that it was locked securely. When she was sure the door was shut, they all walked with Quinn to the direction of her car, the group parting ways as Olivia and Abby walked down to block to their favorite restaurant.

Fitz sat at a booth enjoying a glass of scotch with his buddy. He and Jake Ballard had been friends for years, meeting up on their first day working for Hypetown. They had been coworkers for nearly six years, becoming friends shortly after they began working together. Now, they were sitting in a restaurant in New York, their new place of location.

Hypetown was expanding, opening branches in New York and California, the main branch being in Miami. Fitz and Jake had done a lot for their company, being two of the very first employees that were hired for the magazine's launch in 2007. Their hard work never went unnoticed; they both quickly escalated to high positions within the company. Both were key players in the communications branch; Jake handling the public relations and Fitz handling the marketing. So when Mr. Wrozynski, Hypetown's CEO, suggested that they both relocate to be the head of communications at the brand new Manhattan branch, they both leaped at the opportunity.

Their flight had gotten in earlier that afternoon and after meeting the realtor for the keys to their new apartments, the duo had decided to do some light unpacking and get in a nap before meeting up for dinner. So when they sat at the table, discussing their plans to enjoy the city before reporting to work on Monday morning, Fitz was puzzled as to why Jake had completely lost focus on their conversation.

"Jake… Jake… are you hearing me?"

"Huh? What'd you say?"

"I was saying maybe we should attempt to… Jake!", he nearly yelled at him, when he noticed he was no longer paying attention to him.

"I'm sorry bro, but check out the red walking in the door", Jake said, nearly breaking his neck as he leaned to look over Fitz's shoulder.

Fitz rolled his eyes, turning his head in the direction Jake was looking at to see what was so special about this girl. When he finally saw the red head, he had to agree with Jake. She was tall and leggy, her long red hair pulled up in a high ponytail at the top of her head. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans, a yellow blouse and brown gladiator sandals. He had to admit, she was hot. But, she was nowhere near as good looking as the girl walking in next to her. She was shorter, much shorter, and she held a little more weight. Her hips filled out a pair of heather grey sweatpants, paired with a black crop sweater and a pair of red low top Converse sneakers. Her hair was jet black and curly, pulled into a messy bun. She was dressed really laid back and compared to her friend, who obviously put much more effort in her appearance, she looked absolutely stunning. He watched as they both found a booth closer to the door, taking a seat as they picked up their menus.

"Look Fitzy, she has a friend with her. How about we try and get into something tonight? Nothing celebrates moving to a new city better than getting some new pu-"

"Jake! Seriously, can you try to not chase a skirt our first night in town?" Jake was definitely a player and he used his position to his power. In Miami, he would pretty much unzip his pants for anything with a pulse. Fitz was surprised that he hadn't fathered any children or gotten any sexually transmitted diseases yet.

"I can try, that doesn't mean it won't happen", Jake flashed a mischievous smile at him.

"Abbz, this guy is totally checking you out..."

"Nuh uh! Where?", she turned her head, looking around frantically.

"Come on now Abby, you can't be looking all wild and crazy. Try and act a little discreet!", she chuckled with her friend. Abby had always been boy crazy, which lead to her being frequently heartbroken. There were many times where Olivia had to comfort her friend after a breakup. Olivia, on the other hand, was shy and reserved. She didn't focus much on guys; only dating here and there, finding that none of the relationships never got too serious. She was much more focused on her work, and more importantly, herself.

"Where is he Liv? Is he hot?"

"He's over there, blue shirt. Yeah, he's a little cutie. He seems a little too eager", she said, sipping on her glass of water as she waited for the waitress to return with their drinks.

"Oh shit! He is cute!", Abby said, after finally spotting him. "Oh my god, he's waving at me! What should I do?!"

"Wave back dumb ass! You would think you were a child instead of a grown ass woman", she said, watching her friend finally waving back at the guy staring her down.

"Liv! He's coming over! And he has a friend! We're so getting lucky tonight!"

"Now Abby,…", she couldn't even finish her sentence as she looked up and saw the guy approaching with his friend. His amazingly gorgeous friend. He was tall, freshly tanned with brown, curly hair. He wore a grey shirt under a black v-neck sweater and some jeans. "Shit", she thought to herself, as the two walked up to their table.

"Hello ladies! Care if we join you?", Jake asked, flashing his pearly whites clearly in Abby's direction.

"I don't see why not", Abby answered, suddenly fearless, as she scooted over so he could take the empty seat next to her. This left the empty seat next to Olivia for his friend.

As she moved over for him to sit down, she couldn't help but to stare into his eyes. They were beautiful, a shade of blue she had never seen before. She was almost certain that she would drown in them as he stared back into her eyes.

"Hi", he smiled softly, as he took his seat.

"Hi", she responded, after having to mentally remind herself to breath.

AN: Okay, so this was a short introduction. I wanted to see if it picked up and good feedback before putting way too much effort in lol. Just clarify, in case you guys might be a bit confused, Olivia owns a dance studio and works with her friends Abby and Quinn. Jake and Fitz are friends that recently moved to Manhattan from Miami to work at a new branch for their company. More back story and details will come later on for each of the characters. I hope you all enjoyed. Comments, reviews, and suggestions are always accepted! Thanks for reading (: