Floretta stood there with the book out in front of her, in one hand the five colours they had given her and her stuffed bunny hanging from her same side. She pulled the colouring book back just a little as she started to talk about Dominick, her older brother who could no longer take care of her. But that didn’t stop her from smiling brightly at the boy before her. Floretta liked making new friends, even more so when they looked nice. Floretta was good at noticing people’s emotions and thus knowing if they were safe to talk to. In a place like that the numbers were limited. When he didn’t answer her at first, she titled her head to the side looking at him with her big bright icy blue eyes. For a five year old she was good with people, little did the boy know that she was really a twenty-one year old with a five year old personality currently in control.

When he finally spoke she jumped up and down a little, her hands coming together to clap as she lost two of the crayons. “On no!” She said before placing the crayons from her hand on the couch, the book in his lap as she clung to her bunny and got on the floor to reach under the couch for the two run always. As she did so she bumped a little into the boy’s leg before sitting up and smiling. “Got them!” She said before getting up without brushing herself off and picked up the other crayon’s before sitting down beside him with a bit of a bounce. “What colour do you want?” She said holding out her hands for him. “They don’t always have a lot of colours for me, today is different!” she said with excitement in her voice.

When he thanked her she gave him the colour he wanted before placing all but the green one in her lap along with her bunny who seemed to be overlooking the two colouring. When he said his name she smiled up at him with a little blush. “Floretta, maybe later you’ll get to meet Iris. She’s my best friend.” Floretta said as she sung her feet a little, despite it catching on the floor each time because she wasn’t a real five year old. And without a second thought her mind went back to the real task at hand. “Should we finish this picture first or should we do one together or maybe even we could each have a page. It could be like, umm,” she paused trying to remember the word in English before she sighed a little. “ It’s wettbewerb in German. Umm, I think it starts with a c. . . it’s were two people fight to be better. One gets first place and the other gets second!“ She finished before kissing the top of the bunny’s head.“Maybe even Bunny will place.“ She said picking up the purple crayon and putting it in the bunny’s hand.