Dark eyes flickered over you, watching as you squirmed. “I like your sneakers. Very cute.” His rich voice complimented you as he glanced down to your white sneakers with little pink ribbons as laces. None of your friends recognized your internal panic; they were too invested in their own conversation to notice. River, the newest edition to your meshed friend group, was so much more than you expected. Typically when new people came around, especially the ones with his looks, they tended to ignore you. And yet, here he sat, beside you of all people. He was nonchalant with it all, speaking to you and staying here, as if he didn’t notice (or perhaps didn’t mind) you clear awkwardness and social anxiety. And of course, you didn’t have any idea what to do.