Wild Berry Meadow breaking my back just to know your name

The female regained composure rather quickly, albeit for a few foul words muttered as she did so. 

She was quite the sight. Delicate features, draped in a blanket of coals, chocolate, and cream with a pair of warm eyes. Eyes that seemed to study the side of his head very intently. He shifted to meet her unfocused gaze. He pinned it to be nervousness, though that didn't explain why she had followed him here.

What really threw him for a loop was the gesturing. He was utterly baffled. His yellow eyes stayed focused on hers as she continued, ignoring whatever charades she was pulling. It wasn't clicking.

I think you hit your head too hard.