She gushed. She giggled. She smiled. It was obvious that she liked him. But did she really love him?
She smiled whenever he came to mind. She daydreamed and drifted along, no longer concerned with anything else. But did she love him?
She knew fairly nothing of him. She knew that he had an animal that he loved just as much, if not more, than himself. That didn't mean that she loved him.
She knew that he was musical. He played a long tube like thing that she didn't have a name for. Scuttle had given her one, but she couldn't remember it. All she could remember was him. But that wasn't love.
She smiled up at him, even as she blushed. She knew that in time, she would love him with all her heart. She couldn't say right now, but she could feel a little spark in her heart grow.