"I've got it, it's for me!" Minerva called out, preventing anyone else from answering the door. This whole date thing got her a bit weirded out, not being able to decide what to wear or what to do with her hair.
It just wasn't her.
Finally, Minerva decided that Atlas liked her well enough if she wore anything and had her hair any which way and to stop worrying so much. That was when the door was rung, and Minerva scurried down the steps to the front foyer.
When she opened the door, she grinned - and then her smile faltered into confusion.
"Flowers? Oh...wow, Atlas - they're beautiful, thank you," Minerva said, holding out her hand to take them. "Just give me a moment and I'll put them in water."
When she returned, she tucked her hair behind one ear and smiled larger than she ought to.