She's shy and yet she decides to read her poem to you.

The light flickers. My heart pounds. He raises his arm. Time stops. The only indication of movement is the amber light flickering against his outstretched arm. The flickering light is in rhythm with the pounding of my heart. Teasing me for succumbing to this forbidden emotion.

She just silently waits for your reaction, clearly nervous. She stares right at you, twirling the ends of her long purple hair around her finger