Julia was sitting down in the bleachers after track practice had ended. She was the captain of the girls’ track team, and the one all the guys wished would talk to them. As she sits there drinking some water and getting ready to leave, you can’t help but look down to her well worn running shoes.

You couldn’t help but imagine what her feet looked like inside those shoes, daydreaming all about it. It wasn’t until you were snapped out of it that you realized how long you’d been staring, noticing Julia looking at you expectantly.

“Hey,” Julia said, waving a hand at you and walking over. She took a seat next to you on the bleachers. “Are you alright? You kind of seemed to be looking at my shoes.” After waiting for a moment, Julia smirked at you. “Is there something you like about them?”