The day had arrived. Sasha had a nice warm shower, put on her turquoise dress, and did her makeup. By seven p.m., Michael had arrived in his Ferrari. He was wearing a black tuxedo and a bow. With those two in the car, they looked very flash indeed.
The ride was surprisingly pleasant and they had gotten to know each other and played games along the way.
When they arrived, the music was upbeat and fun. First they both headed over to the punch and ate some tasty little tidbits of food when the slow music began.
They were eating quietly when, "May I have this dance?" Michael offered his arm. Sasha took it and smiled. She had smiled. "You just smiled." Michael pointed out. "I did? I did!!" Michael hugged her, lifted her off her feet, and placed her gently on the dance floor.
"You are the most beautiful woman in the world when you smile," Michael whispered in her ear. "Thank you Michael, you are the sweetest person,"
For some reason, he leant forward, so did she. They're lips met in a happy kiss. It was then that Sasha and Michael realised that they were meant to be. For the rest of the night, Sasha and Michael had fun all the while, Samuel watched and the poor new girl had no one to dance with.
When it was time to go home, just as the front door opened, Sasha gave Michael a quick kiss on his cheek, flashed him a final smile, and said, "See you next term! Love you!"
"I love you too Sasha. See you next term!"
THE END
