After the Prom

Her shiny, butter-gold hair shined in the fluorescent lighting of the diner, smelling like sweet peas. The white party dress she had bought at the classy clothing shop for bargain price was starched and clean, and her nervous date held her pale pink jacket over his left shoulder. His hair had been buffered and rubbed with sweet smelling cologne, enough to make her wrinkle her nose when he bent to give her the corsage, and the second-hand suit that he wore with pride made her smile. They sat on bright red stools, facing each other, she with her amused smile, and he with his complacent grin. They were easily the fanciest couple in the old, homely diner. --Mary Poppins