"Shannah, go talk to that guy over there." Tiffany* said as she was eating her extra greasy cheese pizza. I looked at the guy and noticed the black and red bow tie that complemented his outfit. Of course, I couldn't approach a random guy in the school's dining hall. I assumed he would label me as a thirsty, desperate girl. "I like his bow tie," I said to my friends in a nonchalant voice, as I sipped on an icy cold water. "Then go tell him," Tiffany insisted. "No, I can't," I replied with panic in my voice. "Then I will." Tiffany said walking towards the guy. Everyone at the table started to laugh as Tiffany moved towards his direction.
