Question

So, my friend and I are writing a story and I am writing the guy part because she doesn't want to. How is it so far:
I walked onto the set and realized that it’s been a while since I’ve seen any of this. All of the memories came flooding back, the good ones and the bad ones. The ones about the fake zombies and the ones about Kate. I’d still prefer the ones about the zombies than the ones about Kate. I saw a short but well-held, purple-haired wonder walking around the set.
“Hello, welcome to the set, Miss Gray,” I said in a voice that I hoped didn't sound too childish.
“Hello, Mr…” She paused. I forgot to tell her my name.
“Teague, Owen Teague,” I replied, politely. “I was in the first movie when I was a kid.” Worst and best decision I ever made.
She blushed. “I know. I'm a big fan of yours.”
I smiled at her and watched her all but melt into her shoes. I never understood why females react like this towards me.
“I’m glad you’re a fan. Do you want a picture or something?” I said, my smile turning into a full grin.
As she pondered on how to answer, I decided to study her. I saw the way she twirled her hair around her two forefingers as she bit her lip, trying to decide if I was serious or not.
“What?” She sounded surprised.
“Do you want a picture?” I repeated, wondering if I wasn't loud enough the first time I asked. “It's okay if you say no.”
“No no no no.... I would love that,” She smiled a dazzling smile and looked down.
“Okay,” I smiled at her.
She got her phone out and gave it to me to take the picture. I put my arm around her and just that small touch made me feel like something passed between us. Sparks. As we took the picture, I couldn't stop myself from imagining picking her up and spinning her around, then setting her down and planting a kiss on her full lips. The visual was so strong that I had to close my eyes.
I held her phone over her head, just above her reach.
“Come on!! Give me my phone back.” She pretended to be stern about it.