Part I

The door bell made her  extract herself from the cosy chair she occupied.

- “Who is iiiiiit?” she singed when she got close enough to the door to be heard by her visitor.
A mock answer came:
- “The wolf”.
Heart racing, she opened the door.
- “You need to find your own answer to that”, she mumbled, eyes down, although she felt a tingle that he remembered the childhood story she told him. “You don’t deserve to see my eyes, nor to be looked upon“, the stubborness flared inside her. One second after that she looked up in surprise from the yellow flowers trapped in his hand, to the green and hazel eyes that struck her with their puppy act. She put on a serious and stern face while she took the flowers he presented. Not looking at him, she turned and walked back to her chair. Seconds later he followed.

He took his own chair, looking around her things, stopping briefly to eye the new sketch. She stared at the stubborn eyes looking back. The puppy eyes act got dropped somewhere midway to the kitchen balcony.

- “You want to tell me something?” she inquired.
- “No”. The answer came back determined.

She carefully studied the flowers. “I need a tall vase for these ones, and I don’t have one here…“, she thought while extracting a single flower. Holding the end of the stem with two fingers, she whipped it over his cheek. He let out a gasp and looked in her daring face, grin not yet installed, like when she was doing her best to angry him. Yellow petals scattered to the floor, followed by the stalk. Another flower got picked from the bouquet, then another. With each swish, her sneer turned more and more into a wide grin. Soon thin red lines covered his cheeks and neck. He didn’t move. His eyes darkened, while he waited for her to be over.

Finally the last of the stalks fell to the literred floor. Petals all over his shoulders, he concluded:

- “Thank goodness I didn’t get you roses.”

Her laughter was caught by the wind, along with some yellow petals.