She creeps backwards, trying to find a red flower anywhere nearby. There, like twenty yards away. It's the wrong size, like the palm of her hand, but it is the perfect red. She inches backwards slowly and calls out like she's not trying to dash away.

"I don't know, I think other colors look good on you too."

She makes a break for it and when she crosses the distance, she snatches up a red flower. She hides it behind her back and faces him expectantly.