You pull back and look into her eyes. You’re close enough now that neither of you could hide your emotions. Her ears are flat against the back of her head, she gulps nervously, her prismatic mane still a bit messy from the nap. Nostrils flared with every other breath telling you she smelled you too. But the part that stands out most is her eyes. Her pupils are stretched wide and her irises seem to glow with a light of their own. For all of her normal rash confidence she's still a regular mare where it counted. You never considered it before, but she is beautiful. It's surprising how it suddenly stood out to you. She was always just a cute pony who you got along great with, but now you could see her obvious beauty as well. The longer you wait, the more you think about it, and in turn, the more nervous you feel. Time to take initiative.