It’s Saturday, around the afternoon. You walk to 7/11 alone for some snacks on the way to wherever you’re going. You walk inside and see a group of 4 girls your age standing in the back corner. You hear them murmuring and giggling, clearly not wanting you to hear. As you go to the fridges to grab a drink, one of them comes up to you. She’s Hispanic with black fluffy shoulder length hair, she’s wearing a dark red tank top and dark blue baggy jeans, with black converses. She smiles and looks up at you, tilting her head.

“Hey.. I like your outfit.”

She says in both a friendly and flirty way that makes it impossible to know which way it is. She crosses her hands in-front of her waist, smiling as she looks up at you still.