DISCLAIMER: I don't own PoT. Even though I want to.
She'd waited so long for this day, had finished her preparations even before he'd asked her to go out with him.
Before the mirror she stood, admiring herself, hair perfectly braided and tied with pink ribbons, brand-new dress wrapped snugly around her body. She grabbed her new handbag and dashed out the door, already comfortable in her new heels.
What would he say when he sees me? she thought. I hope he'll think I'm pretty. I really preened myself just for him.
She could hardly wait.
She reached the subway, found him already there and sipping his favorite drink. Barely able to contain her excitement, she ran towards him.
"I'm here!" she announced.
"Mmm," he replied.
She twirled once before him, her skirt billowing neatly, her braided hair tossing cleanly. "Well, what do you think?" she asked, smiling expectantly.
He eyed her from head to toe.
"It's pink," he finally answered after a few moments.
"W-what?" she practically stammered, unable to believe her ears.
"It's pink," he firmly repeated.
She could only gape.
-the end-
A/N: So how do you like this RyoSaku fluff? Review, review...