Greatwater Lake The Ladybugs Are Flying

He speaks flattery to which she is unsure of how to respond. The woman isn't much of a flirt, but her heart nevertheless thuds in rebellion - he is older than she, the age of her father, and in some sick way she finds this fact to be... thrilling. Her cheeks burn, flushed pink skin thankfully hidden beneath her pale fur.

call him whatever she wished? this is an interesting concept, but again she finds herself lost for words. mentally she calls him "red," but she doesn't feel playful or creative enough to voice this aloud. engel will have to do. Spencer, she responds when asked for her name. an awkward silence ensues as she, once more, falls silent.