For "Damsel in the Red Dress" characters:
Mrs Moon: Has never been caught off guard, embarrassed or made shy a day in her life, because that would be to assumed something didn't go as planned, which nothing she arranges ever does.
Kattar: Get's a bit flustered/shy when he's alone with Alicia sometimes, especially if she's wearing something particularly cute, (but fortunately for him, her terrible fashion sense makes that pretty rare.) Also physical affection is something he's not at all used to so...yeah
Alicia: One obviously bad scenario that makes her uncomfortable are unwanted advances, but fortunately, she has enough sense of self to be unwilling to tolerate them. She also gets very uncomfortable when Kattar stares at her too intently - or does something overtly flirtatious - basically this whole scenario:
I hurry to get the box out of my bag and undo the ribbon. Something, maybe a slight movement, maybe a change in his breathing makes me hesitate for a second. I don’t look up, but I become aware that he’s watching me, feel his dark eyes tracing my motions as I remove the velveteen lid with some effort.
At the edge of my peripheral, I can see his expression - too, intent - I try to pretend I don’t, making a show of selecting a bonbon with two fingers, unreasonably embarrassed. My face flashes red and white like a siren.
I’ve taken one bite when Kattar scares me half to death - saying suddenly - “Wait! Is that the goober nougat?! I want that one!”
“I already took a bite out of it,” I stammer, somewhere between annoyed and disconcerted.
“Don’t care.”
I surrender the half-eaten bonbon but feel the need to add, as a last, exasperated complaint “It’s just a glorified peanut butter cup.”
Kattar smiles impishly, self-satisfied, a brilliant flush blooming in his cheeks as he pops the bonbon into his mouth, watching my face the whole time.
I shake my head and select another, rolling it over at my fingertips. I lock eyes with him. That same expression. I try to meet his gaze - ask nonchalantly, jokingly:
“Am I allowed to eat this one?
He smiles his roguish grin, and any attempt at maintaining my heart rate evaporates.
His eyes flash, taunting me,
“We’ll see.”
And the whole "dressed-like-a-present sash-fiasco" in Pink Wrapper:
