Her wavy hair bounced around as she jumped in her small room. She was happy and flustered at the same time. She has been on her first date last night. Her face gets red every time she remembers it.

It went better than she has ever hoped it to be. He was nice to her and at the end he kissed her lips gently, just her lips...

Her face got red again. That was her first kiss ever. She pressed her white palm on her blushing cheeks. She tried not to think about the date or him, it only made her feel bubly.

Her jumping would occasionally transform to dancing. She doesn't like dancing as she is bad at it, yet she danced and enjoyed herself.

She wouldn't dance or jump if there was someone else in the house. Her mood dampened a little remembering that she could have been in the Paris right now, but care not for she went on a perfect date...