“Hi, Mr. Sing, I’m here for Aurra… we’re going to the prom.” He fidgeted and his cummerbund glinted.”
Aurra’s dad turned; he wordlessly walked back inside.
“Did you meet her young man?” his wife asked.
“Yep, he’s wearing a coruscant tux. Pretty ostentatious, but it seems forced. He’s probably a hopeless introvert.
Yay! We’re number three, we’re number three.
Gracias amigos!
A hopeless introvert! Awwee.. I find him cute! ^^
I hope he dropped the nerd glasses though? Ha! Yeah, well, I’m stereotyping.
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Ouch! Poor guy, I know how he feels.
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Whoa! Within earshot of the prom date?? I sure hope not! 😦
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An overprotective father Sing is……
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You paint a painfully real image of that awkward meeting-the-parents ordeal – ouch!
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And the bronzed cumberbund goes to…
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