Kistiñe took the rose from the young man and held it to her nose for a sniff, a small smile coming on her face. It wasn't very often someone took the time to get her a gift or anything to show for a date, and in this case it was highly appreciated. Under normal circumstances, she would have given a potential date the name and room number at the inn or tavern she was staying by now; but, Mitsuo appeared to be too young for her kind of fun--even though she was practically a slut, she did have standards, and age was one of them. The furthest she would even consider going with a teenager was a kiss on the cheek farewell, and even that was a stretch. However, it was almost funny seeing how nervous the boy was under the circumstances--it was as if he had never talked to a girl before in his life!
"I would not mind a walk...," she said, this time in English. The syllables still felt odd and misplaced in her mouth, and her accent made it clear she was not a native speaker, but the lack of confidence that had been apparent in her earlier inquisition seemed to have disappeared. She knew enough of the language to get her by in the most basic of conversations, but floundered when it came to personal subjects.
Admittedly, the park was beautiful. The winter had been so mild in this area that many of the trees and flowers had not even withered; however, it was certainly not the place for even the most platonic of dates. People bustled up and down the paths, and little children were everywhere. She added, "...perhaps to somewhere quieter?"