Helga had been sitting calmly at the table, both feet swinging and both fists holding her cheeks up over the table when Colin came in. He was always so excited about everything! Helga really, really liked that about him. He saw the wonderful side of everything and she loved him for it.
When he came to her and gave her a flower... And it CHANGED COLOURS! Helga's eyes were wide as she reached out for the flower with her fingers spread wide. "COLIN! Thank you very much! I like flowers very much thank you! It is beautiful, thank you Colin."
Her smile wide and bright, Helga brought the rose up to her nose for a good whiff. "Mmmm! Thank you!" She didn't make him smell it because she assumed that he already had - that was the first thing you did, when you picked a flower: you smelled it to make sure it smelled good. But Helga hadn't been paying attention to the thorns, and one of them pierced the thin flesh of her left thumb, which she promptly popped into her mouth.
"Have you been on many dates before, Colin? I have not been on any at all! I do not know what to do on a date, but the instructions said we had to be together for three hours and that we had to eat dinner. What would you like to do after? YOU BROUGHT YOUR CAMERA! Can you take pictures of me Colin? In my pretty dress with my pretty shoes?"