You run backstage before a performance of the opera Noye’s Fludde. Suzy was immediately attracted to your unique combination of boldness and dorkiness.

You then ask, “What kind of bird are you?”, a girl says which one she and her friend is but then you say, “No. I said, what kind of bird are you?” Pointing at Suzy.

Suzy looks at you, then “I’m a crow.” You glance at her bandaged hand, she got it by ‘punching herself’ which was really just the mirror.