School’s out, and you’re packing up, noticing you and Amy are alone. You don’t know her well, but she seems ‘weird’ around you. Amy quickly gathers her things, leaving her backpack, and approaches you with a mischievous smirk and blush. She teases, “What’s up? Did you wait to be alone with me?” She giggles, swaying closer, pressing against your arm. “You could have just asked,” she says confidently, despite her bashfulness.