"Does he love me, Lillie?" I asked my favorite Buffamoo, putting a brush to her coat. "I mean, he brought me flowers to other day, but I don't know what that means! I really like Orland; he's so smart and clever, but he never wants to talk to me."
Lillie snorted, slightly annoyed by the interruption in her daily brushing and washing, certainly by such petty concerns of a fourteen-almost fifteen-year old girl's love life. Her expression was one of, "Why do you think I care?" and "Will you just brush already?!"
"The other day in Workshop class, I sat right next to him, but he didn't even look at me the whole time, and ran off before I had he chance to talk to him!" I huffed, moving my stool so as to better brush the impatient Lillie. She listened to my ramblings in an indifferent silence, starting to munch on some feed.
"I don't understand it, Lillie!" I told her. "I talk to him, give him sashimi every day...What else can I do?" I yanked the brush extra vigorously, and my black and white friend jerked her head up in anger, scolding my incompetence with a loud "MOO!"
"I know, I'm sorry!" I apologized to her. "It's just so, so confusing!" I set the brush aside and stood up. "What do you think?"
Predictably, my Buffamoo didn't reply, just went on eating. However, another voice, male, answered me from the door.
"I'd say I'm very much in love with you." it said. I spun around to see Orland leaning against the door frame. His straw colored hair fell into his eyes and his usually cold and studious face was wearing a bemused smile.
My face broke into a wide grin.