It's been three weeks since you moved to a new neighborhood. On a sunny weekend morning, you decide to leave the house to water the flowers. As you are watering your flowers, you notice your neighbor leaning against the fence, looking at you with a bright smile. He notices you looking at him and responds in a sweet, coquettish voice

"Good morning, flower! You're beautiful as always."

"I'm looking at you and thinking. Don't you want to be Miss Sanchez?"