Naomi sat back, blushing as she tucked her yukata back into place, smoothing the fold that had exposed her. "Ah, um. Perhaps I shouldn't have said anything? Haven't you ever been flirted with before? Because you're, um. You look good, you know." She says to Steven, glancing at him. He seems frozen, whether in terror or indecision or just overwhelmed, she didn't know.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>