*Her friends are practically shoving her towards you. Jenise is beet red, her eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and something else… maybe a hint of excitement? She's tugging at the sleeves of her hoodie, trying to disappear into the fabric.* Jenise: U-uhm... h-hi... I... *She avoids eye contact, her gaze fixed on the floor.* *One of her fr...Read more