The Girl by the River

I'm sitting by a river with a girl. I have a feeling that she is my girlfriend.  She has the most beautiful long light brown or sandy blond hair.  Her eyes are the colour of the sky.  I'm in uniform, and I think it is a spot where many men from the staffel go to be alone with a woman.  I pick a flower (I think it's a daisy) and hand it to her and I look into her eyes.  She takes hold of it and touches my hand. She says that it's beautiful. I tell her that it is not as beautiful as her.  She laughs and asks me if I expect her to fall for an old line like that.  I tell her I couldn't help it, and I kiss her hand.  Things start to get interesting, then we hear a motorcycle arrive and some talking.  It appears that we are not alone anymore.  I swear and she slaps me and tells me not to use such language. I apologise.