Quietly, she accepts it, trying to fight down a blush.
She tries to think of something to say, something appropriate and sweet, but nothing comes. Instead she simply follows his words and tucks the flower into her hair, behind her ear, just above one of her pigtails.
It does look pretty on her, though now she won't meet his eyes. ]
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Quietly, she accepts it, trying to fight down a blush.
She tries to think of something to say, something appropriate and sweet, but nothing comes. Instead she simply follows his words and tucks the flower into her hair, behind her ear, just above one of her pigtails.
It does look pretty on her, though now she won't meet his eyes. ]