Nala was walking back to the main group, when Heri stopped her, a sneaky smile on her face. Nala sighed, "Heri, what do you want?" Heri smiled, "Simba's kinda cute, isn't he?" Nala groaned inwardly; Heri had started a routine earlier that year of dating a boy for a couple of months before systematically breaking his heart, then flirting with the next boy she saw, winning his heart and repeating the process. The only word to describe her was "coquettish", a term she had picked up from conversations between her mother and the other lionesses. And she was ridiculously good at stealing the lion cubs hearts; her looks enough were usually enough, but her actions more or less screamed, "I'm a flirt!" Even though Nala had only known Simba for the span of a day, she certainly didn't want Heri to repeat the process again. Nala gave Heri a stern look. "Heri, you're not planning on-"
"No, of course not!" Heri scoffed, trying to look innocent; Nala wasn't fooled, and narrowed her eyes at her. "I mean it!" Heri said, trying to sound sincere, "I won't break this one's heart, I promise." A sneaky look reappeared on her face, and she said, "In fact... I think i might let you try your luck with him." Nala's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked back at Simba to see if he had overheard; luckily, he hadn't. Simba was too busy chatting with Strike, Mati, Kuda, Cheshi and Nguvu, the other male cubs, to notice their conversation. She had to admit to herself Simba was a bit cute; the golden fur really made him stand out. Heri saw the look on Nala's face, and looked excited, "So you do think he's cute! In that case, I think i'll leave you two alone..." Before Nala could tell her no, Heri began pushing her towards Simba. Nala tried to stop her, but lost her balance and winded up rolling down a small hill, closing her eyes as she went down. Before she reached the bottom, she felt her head smack into something soft, followed by a loud, "Ow, my nose!"
To Nala's horror, she had rolled straight into Simba, bowling him over like a pin. Nala quickly got to her feet and began stammering, "S-sorry! My friend pushed down the hill, a-and I could control where I was going, and-" Simba impatiently raised a paw to stop her stammering, and said (while clutching his nose), "It's all right, Nala; no harm done!" When Nala looked into his eyes to begin apologizing again, her breath caught in her throat; she couldn't move her eyes from those dazzling amber orbs. An electric feeling ran up and down her spine, and she felt something awake in her stomach and start flying around. Nala just remained standing there, frozen in her trance...