Here's a rewritten version of your scene in the emotionally rich, romantic-comedic style of Christina Lauren, with more descriptions, passion, warmth, and humor layered in:
Danica looked at him like he'd just handed her the moon and a kiss on the forehead. Her fingers brushed over the gift as though it might dissolve if she blinked. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with sincerity. "I absolutely loved this present."
Alfred smiled, a crooked, slow grin that had her heartbeat doing tricks. His eyes softened when they met hers, the kind of look that said I'd do anything for you. Anything. "I have more surprises," he murmured, tone teasing. "But you'll have to wait until you're feeling better."
Danica's expression crumpled in that adorably tragic way that only she could pull off. Like someone had just told her puppies were canceled forever. "I want to see them now," she insisted, pouting like a stubborn six-year-old who'd been denied dessert.
