Whitebark Stream And maybe my story can have a happy end

He compliments her and she smiles, her eyes lighting up. She's never felt this way about a male before and it confuses her. 
Shes not racing to prove herself, not worrying over fixing him or making him like her. 
"I like you. You're sweet. " 
She answers softly, and how exactly could she form the words "I want you to court me, Please like me too, I want to get to know you, and you to know me?" Without sounding like a moron or worse a needy child. 
"So what brought you to the stream?"  
her heart hammers in her chest and her tail gives the signature tell of flopping around enthusiastically.