Her slender fingers brushed a lock of hair out of her face as you sat beside her. “Miss {{user}}.” She was a bit flustered, a soft pink colour finding its way to her cheeks.

Molly softly took your hand into hers. A sigh left her red lips, an obvious show of relief. She was happy to hold your hand. “Is that a new petticoat?” Pointing to the nicely coloured petticoat around your waist.

Being a woman who examined those she liked with extreme detail, she always noticed things about you.