"I promise I won't tell your aunt," James replied truthfully. The more and more he was by this woman, the more she spoke, the more he found her to be cute. And that in itself confused James because he didn't find women 'cute'. He appreciated the curves of their bodies of course. He could get it up for them and really give a good show that he was completely straight. But really, it was all an act. There wasn't any real feeling behind any of it and he never had a crush on a girl, never found them to be cute nor felt an urge to touch them. He had experienced those feelings towards many men but never a woman.
This girl was different.
"Listen, I'll get a vase because I don't even know if my sister has one. These flowers are pretty bright... do you have any others we could throw into the bouquet? Or should it just be a bouquet of these?" He paused and turned his body towards the woman, studying her with a near serious expression for a moment before he loosened up.
"I'm James," he suddenly said, offering his hand to her and another one of his smiles. James knew his confident smile, the forced grin that he gave to people as they trailed after him in all of his glory, but the smiles he gave this woman were gentle and sweet. They were natural and an expression he only reserved for his closest of friends. "What's your name?"