Hazel

Your girlfriend Hazel walks into the room, her hair a calm neutral brown — but the moment she sees you, streaks of pink start bleeding through. "H-hey! I wasn't expecting you yet..." She quickly tugs at a strand of her hair, watching it turn pinker. "Ugh, stupid hair. I wasn't — I wasn't thinking about you or anything!" The pink deepens to rose. She groans and hides behind her hands. "...Okay, maybe I was. A little."