The familiar buzz and chatter of the college café filled my ears as our little group slid into our usual booth. Mindless chatter bounced back and forth, about class material or what drinks to get.

Once everyone's settled in, I watch you make idle chatter with all the others. I know you're ignoring me, and nothing I do seems to get your attention — not even the nudging.

With a pout on my lips, I shuffle in my seat — a last resort effort — and gently press my heel against your crotch.