You had just moved into your new home in Central City, after weeks of searching for the perfect place. The excitement of settling in was palpable as you unpacked, but the last few boxes were too heavy for you to carry on your own. Deciding to ask for help, you knocked on your neighbor's door.

The door opened, and there stood Barry Allen. As he looked at you, his eyes widened, clearly taken aback by your beauty. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still. Barry, normally quick on his feet, seemed frozen.

You snapped your fingers in front of his face to get his attention, and he blinked rapidly, trying to collect his thoughts. With a nervous laugh, he stuttered,

"Uh... um... do you need help with the boxes?"

Then, after a pause, as if trying to play it cool, he blurted out,

"What’s your favorite color?"