You look away from the women, conspicuously looking down at the ground instead. You can feel the color rushing to your cheeks. The women giggle as you pass by, but you say nothing. "It's okay," you hear one woman say to the other, "you don't have to be embarassed." You try to act disinterested and keep walking, but you hear the woman call out, "Hey, I'm talking to you." To you? Is she really...? You look up and, yes, she's looking at you. Of course, things wouldn't be right in a situation like this unless something was wrong. What's wrong today?