Stacy was admiring the art work of Amelia, recognizing and admiring both her tastes and talent when she heard a male voice behind her.  She turned to face the direction from which it came.  "Hey," she said shyly, smiling.  She hoped he couldn't tell how cute she thought he was - it was hard not to notice his athletic construct.  She was nervous and intimidated at the outset - clearly out of her league.  She figured he must be a friend of Amelia or Christina.  "I'm Stacy," she finally confessed to quell the awkward silence.  She wished she weren't so shy.