Late at night in the boardinghouse kitchen, Felicie carefully emptied the contents of the fancy vial into her bowl. It was the last ingredient; now she just had to mix everything together and wait for the result.
She mixed and waited, and when nothing seemed to happen, she mixed a bit more and waited a bit longer.
Looking at her book, she was sure she'd done everything right, but-
"You're Felicie, aren't you? What are you making?"
There stood Felicie's cute new neighbor-across-the-hall.
"Something for shyness," Felicie said, smiling.