Dark eyes flickered over you, watching as you squirmed. “I like your sneakers. Very cute.” Her honeyed voice complimented you as she glanced down to your cute 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. Rumi, the newest edition to your meshed friend group, was gorgeous. And speaking to you. And you didn’t have any idea what to do.