"Ah-no, maybe you shouldn't..."
"Why not..don't you want to make the flowers..?"
"I-I do...but..."
"What is it..?"
"..."
She looks away, biting her lip, nervous
he walked a little closer and grabbed her face
"Really..What is it love..?"
"I-I..."
"Cmon..spit it out.."
She looks away from him again, fidgeting nervously
"Say it..please..I..I want you too be comfortable here.."
