Dancing in a ballroom like in a fairy tale or a rich estate in the 1800s - or something or other, but with gold and other extravagance in décor. I am dancing with my small knit of friends amid another group of people that I seem to be more familiar with that the rest of the people in that ballroom. It seems as if we're outsiders or something to the rest of the people there. I turn and see a boy gazing - not creepily, but normally like as if making eye contact by mistake. Then the boy shocks me by saying. "You know you're the most..." and sprouts some blush-worthy compliments and I blanked out at "...sexy, cute, beautiful girl I've ever met. And you don't even know it." He resembles an old classmate, especially hair-wise - or maybe my memory's not that great. Not surprising. I get so shy that I turn around and walk quickly away. Running would've attracted more unnecessary attention. But it was on the verge of breaking into run. I left behind that large familiar group. Laughing they were - at my shyness. It seems only that group noticed the exchange. He's staring at me hurry away. Suddenly the scene changes...