His blushing was absolutely adorable; she loved the way that he looked like a wildfire, his freckles and flush cheeks matched with his hair made him look like something else. He was almost glowing and if she had taken the extra time to look she would have seen how awkward he was, how uncomfortable he was.
The only thing she could see was him.
It was true that they didn't know much about each other and he was being very gentlemanly about it, after all, they were there together at a party and it was all very new for her. "I don't have any pets, but I like that cat. It's really cute. I'm allergic to penicillin and dryer sheets." She watched his fingers play with her glove and she tried to classify the feelings that she had swimming around in her head.
Happy, excited. Desired. "What about you? Do you have pets? What kind of music do you like? What's your favorite season?"