Prom?

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Emma yawned. She took a bite of her pizza. Nathan tapped her on her shoulder.

"Hey can I ask you a question?"

She stood up from her table and followed Nathan to the outside lunch area.

"So. What color should I wear for the prom?"

She cocked her head.

"I don't know... Why? I'm anything but a fashion expert." 

Nathan rocked back and forth nervously.

"Well... I mean... We are going to the prom together.... So we have to match.. What color is your dress again?"

Emma smiled for a millisecond, then crossed her arms.

"Haha... Um.... Since when were we going to prom together?"

His eyes widened. He pushed his hair out of his face. Nathan cussed under his breath.

"Oh no...."

Emma's face changed into a look of confusion and worry.

"What? What's wrong? Something happened?!"

He smiled jokingly.

"I might have.... Sorta.... Forgot to ask you..."

They laughed in unison. She pushed him playfully. He stepped back in surrender.

"So.... I might as well... Prom?"

Nathan picked a couple tufts of grass from the lawn and held them out to Emma like a bouquet of flowers.

"How romantic."

She took the tufts of grass and chucked it at him.

"Shut up. It's the best I got on such short notice. Besides, it's the thought that counts, right?"

He winked and patiently waited for an answer.

"Right."

She brushed her hand through her hair.

"Of course I'll go to prom with you Nathan."

She smiled brightly. They hugged, and shared a quick kiss before heading back into the lunch area to discuss their outfits for their very first prom. And, their very first prom together.

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