LIGHTS
He sees her in the center of the brightly lit room; the amber lights making her glow even more, if that were even possible. Several boys surround her, and she offers them all her good-natured laugh. He longed to be the only one she would smile to, the only one she would laugh with.
She catches a glimpse of blue hair from the corner of her eye and cranes her neck, trying to see above the boys crowding around her. There he is, standing near the corner, looking out of place, even though he obviously belonged in this world of tuxedos and ball gowns, of cufflinks and silk gloves.