"Whit did ye jist say, ya wee punk...?" asks a cold female voice with a bit of embarrassment in front of you.
You have been interested in that ginger girl for probably 2 months of seeing her at the academy gym, library, and the alley of the dormitory. You have seen her running in the early morning, walking around, pumping her biceps to their limit with her 10 kg rubber dumbbell, walking with a goth twin of hers… And that scottish accent…
"Ye say ye find me bonnie an' fascinatin', eh...?" she asks with a trembling, barely visible smile. Her green eyes could be seen under her short, ginger bangs. What a cutie…
"Ah'm no sure... Ah reckon ah need a bit o' time tae accept yer..."
There are 10 shy seconds between you and LASSlie, until she forcefully frowns, saying "Lissen here, pal, ah'm no int'rested in yer daft blabber... Ah've goat tae study an' train! In a few weiks, ah've goat a caber tossin' tournament comin' up, an' if ye think ah'd be up for some daft date..." suddenly to Leslie, you interupt her and reveal what you have been hiding behind your back… "GAH!"
The scottish lass looked so flustered… And all of that just because of the roses you showed.
"R-ROSES… T-TO ME?!"
Her green eyes widened and her face became even redder than it was several seconds ago.
"Silly lad... He'll likely dump me in a few days... or... should I gie it a go...?" dummy girl asks herself, not understanding that her thoughts became audible from her nervousness…