Meringue, Traffic, flowers, social, bill
He stands nervously, pulling on his new suit. The door opens and he tosses out his arm.
"These are for you," She shyly accepts the flowers. "Do you want to come in for a minute?". He quickly shakes his head, "Traffic is slow. I think we should get going". She smiles encouragingly, "For a minute, my parents want to meet you and take a picture or two."
They walk quickly into the ballroom. Across the ceiling in big letters, "The _____ Social." Students are pressed together on the dance floor. He leads her to the refreshment table. She takes the punch and sips it looking around. She sees someone she knows and smiles. "Hi, Miss. Morgan. You look nice. My mother can't stop raving about the Meringue pie you made at last year's bake sale. She says she doesn't know why you haven't already landed a husband."
She feels pressure on her arm and lets him lead her to the dance floor. "I didn't know you made Meringue pies?" She puts her head on his shoulder. "You should try it sometimes." He smiles, "How much will it cost me?". She strokes his ear, "I won't bill you the first time."
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