"I could not pull off this beautiful red dress." Rota prefers closeness and accepts and gives hugs quite often.

She draws his eyes toward Pamela and he takes an audible breath at the growing roses. For the angel, her magic is perfection of beauty. "I can see why this one is among your favorites. I think they share something in common with one of my favorites."

He winks at her, full of cheer and brightness.

"No, I have not had the pleasure of meeting you two beautiful young ladies." He takes her hand and unless stopped will kiss it with all the flamboyance of Cassanova. "I'm Rota, the angel of biodiversity."