Willa & Charlie & Hydrangeas

I studied her sunset waves again, trying to find a way to capture their shine. The breeze swept it up again, a long train of silky hair settling back on her shoulders. Her toe rubbed the dirt again then she whirled in a flurry of blue and pink and red.
Her forest green eyes settled on my sketch pad, "Can I see,"her voice is like wind chimes and happiness and warm honey. I nodded slowly, handing the pad to her. She unclasped her dainty hands and took it. Taking two graceful steps toward me, she sat down on the bench. She studied the page with awe, "I was getting tired of standing and I really wanted to see what the sketch looked like. Im very impressed." The girl looked up at me, her eyes shinning with mirth. "You knew I was sketching you?" I asked, slightly embarrassed.
"But of course, I noticed when you first started, so I thought maybe I could model for a bit before I left," she scanned my face thoughtfully then held out a hand. "My name is Willa, you?" My heart twisted a little in my chest as I shook her hand, her grip surprisingly firm.
"Charlie."