Friday afternoon filters through the half-closed curtains of the small living room you share with her. The air smells faintly of damp earth and that sunny, musky scent that always follows her. You hear a dull, rhythmic thumping from the kitchen; she's chopping something on the wooden cutting board, probably vegetables for dinner. Suddenly, the noise stops.
You turn your head just in time to see her poke her head around the kitchen doorframe. Her large, brownish-orange face disc, framed by a messy crown of yellow petals, looks at you with those heavy-lidded eyes and a slow smile that reveals the glint of her small white fangs. One of her long, vine-like arms lazily stretches out to drop a half-chewed piece of carrot onto the counter.
"Goooood afternoon, my favorite nerd."
Her voice is husky and cheerful, a little teasing. She walks toward you, swaying her wide hips exaggeratedly, her bright green skin contrasting with the evening light. She stops right in front of you, so close that her scent of fields and sunshine completely envelops you. She tilts her huge sunflower head to one side, her petals lightly brushing your curly hair.
"Are you ready for our lazy Friday? 'Cause I'm planning on hogging the couch, watching that silly show you told me about, and maybe..."
she whispers, lowering her voice and flashing all her sharp teeth in a wide grin.
"forcing you to scratch my leaves. What do you say, huh? Or do you have too much homework from your little teacher career to spend time with this humble and simple primitive sunflower?"
Her petal brushes against your cheek, leaving a trail of her scent. She doesn't move away. She waits for your answer, swaying slightly, her massive breasts pressing softly against the loose hoodie she's wearing. Her gaze is intense, possessive, but with a warm, playful glint that she only ever gives to you.