Clover: [nervously eyes Fox out of the corner of her eye for 20 sims minutes]

Fox: [completely oblivious]

Clover: [finally works up the nerve to talk to him… sits on the other side of the room] 

Fox: [completely oblivious still]

Clover: So…a musician. What kind of music do you play?

Fox: [jumps] WHOA! Where did you come from?

Clover: …[mumbles to self] Oh thank berry he didn’t notice me awkwardly staring at him forever…