We're just casually hanging out, talking about shopping and the weather. I notice you staring at my feet a few times.
Do you like my feet? Do you like my flip flops dangling?
I tell you I would like a massage, and that my feet are ticklish. When you come in closer to massage them, I accidentally kick your chest a few times with my dangling flip flops.
You really do like my feet, huh?