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 lose myself in conversation with everyone else, but I'm vaguely aware of your gaze boring into me.

I ignore it. I mean, I usually do anyways.

It gets a little harder to ignore once I hear you shuffle and feel the heat of your heel press against my crotch.