No, love.

Who do you think you are?

"OHHHHH, look at this rose!! Marie? Are you coming?" I lag behind mom. She jumps around like a child on Christmas morning. I roll my eyes and give a small grin at her behavior. I bet if I hadn't come along she would own her own plant store, but I don't think she minds.

I see that I have stepped in a puddle and that the imprint on the bottom of my converse have left an impression on the concrete. I smile to myself and decide to make a game of it. I find every puddle I can and won't take a step unless it leaves a mark. I swirl and I spin. I have fun with it. I feel free and I laugh and for a moment it feels like the flowers are laughing with me I'm happy. Then I notice that I'm not longer leaving a mark I quickly search for a puddle. I turn to see if I can make it back to an older puddle. I ram straight into a chest. I look up to see a beautiful set of blue eyes.

"Hi, I'm Leo" he has a deep voice that sends chills down my back. He's not too tall, but compared to just above midget me; he's tall.

"I'm Marie" I say giving him a shy smile. That's embarrassing. I hope he didn't see me spinning around like an idiot...

"I, uh, I noticed you dancing and decided to follow you. You just looked so... happy" he says with a sheepish grin. Great. He did see me. I wasn't the pretty girls you find on tv or in story books. I was short, plain red hair, ordinary green eyes, I wasn't anything he'd notice. "Can I say something crazy?" He blurts out suddenly. I smile thinking of frozen.

"I love crazy." I pretend to gush. I can't help but laugh.

"You're really cute" I'm taken aback and stop laughing. It doesn't take me long to recover.

"Can I say something even crazier?" I say trying to recover from my reaction.

"Sure" he says with a grin.

"You're-"

"MARIE!! WHERE ARE YOU?!" I hear my mother yell. She probably found a flower she wants.

"That's me" I give him a salute and turn.

"Wait! What were you gonna say?" He looks flabergasted.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I give a laugh and walk to find my mother. I hear him sigh in either frustration or amazement or amusement or all of the above; I can't tell you which. I walk away not sure how I feel about the strange boy. Who does he think is anyway; dancing with me without my permission.