Hayley's face was as red as the tomato sauce richly filling the lasagna alongside the savory beef after being kissed. It was as if any romantic interaction would provoke all sorts of visible response from her, however unintentionally. "I-I'm not that good, Isaac... I mean... I do have my good days w-where things go the way I want them. More often times than not, I'm j-just not good with this sort of things... But thanks anyway... I-It made me feel... a little bit better, I guess," she replied, her voice shifting from an energetic timidness to something barely above a whisper.