'Enoch, what are you wearing?'
'It's Halloween.' Enoch replied.
'Yes, I'm aware that it's Halloween,' said Millard, 'but why are you wearing rags?'
'Because I'm a zombie, obviously.'
'Enoch, you have no makeup on or anything. You look nothing like a zombie. You look like you just fished your clothes out the bin or something.'
'No need to bite, I'm about to go get my makeup done now, jeez. Anyway, what are you meant to be?'
'I'm a wizard.'
'Oh, I get it! Whilst casting a spell, you cursed yourself to be invisible for all eternity! Very clever- Ow!' said Enoch as Millard smacked him on the arm.
~Meanwhile~
'Flo, you look great!'
Florence smiled. 'Thanks Emma. You look amazing too.'
'Hey Emma, hey Flo.'
Florence smiled. 'Hey Enoch.'
'Are you meant to be a zombie?' asked Emma.
'Yes! God! Is it really that hard to tell without makeup?!'
'A little.' said Florence. 'Don't worry though, you're still good looking.'
She pecked his cheek, and he gave her a small smile.
'You not bad yourself, doll.'
Florence could feel herself blushing.
'D-doll?'
'Yeah, isn't that what you're meant to be?'
'Well...yes but-'
'Also, I think it makes a pretty cute nickname.'
Florence smiled. 'Then I'm going to call you...handsome.'
'Because it's true?'
'Obviously.' she chuckled.
'As much as I love you being lovebirds, we have makeup to get done.' said Emma, pointing to the stand.
'Oh, right!' said Florence. Enoch took her arm and linked it with his.
'By the way, why are you a zombie?'
'Because I'm a dead riser. Come on, catch up Flo.'
