As the vision of beauty turned around, catching him following her, Harold found himself flushing in embarrassment, and slowed his pace, not wanting to appear to be rushing to her.  Stopping in front of her, he couldn't stop his gaze from sweeping over her now that he could get a better look at her.  While he was no giant of a man, he still felt like he could easily pick up her petite form.  As she introduced herself, his eyes flicked back up to her face, and he returned her smile.<br/><br/>"I'm Harold...Harold Ostman..."  After giving her his name, Harold found himself standing there, looking down at her, trying to think of something to say.  He had chased after her, and now here he was, standing there silent as a rock.  Sure, he was no ladies' man, and had only had one real girlfriend before, but he was never tongue-tied around the opposite sex before.<br/><br/>Looking around, he glanced up at the night sky, the stars glittering down at them.  "So um...nice night huh?"  Inwardly, he was cursing himself.  He wanted to walk past her, and slam his head into the tree for making such an idiotic comment.