A/N: A modern AU for Springles that I wrote a while ago because I thought it would be cute.

She has a rack of high heels that she never wears. Some are open-toed, others are strappy, and a few sparkling with jewels on them. He notices that there isn't even a speck of dust on them and he wonders why she takes care of them if she never plans on wearing them on her feet. He reaches for a pair; they're bright red with an open-toe and a single strap to secure around an ankle.

"These are really nice," he says to her, turning it around in his hands. The way they shine, it's as if they're new. He looks over at where his girlfriend is, on her laptop browsing Yelp to decide where to go on their date. "How come you never wear these?" Now that he thinks of it, he's never seen Sasha wear anything but sneakers and flats, shoes with little to no heel in them.

"Huh?" She swivels around in her chair and sees him holding the shoes. She looks embarrassed, as if she never expected him to see them even though they sit in plain sight in her room. "It was just a phase I had before. I bought a bunch without thinking because I thought they were pretty and then I realized that they didn't suit me."

He feels like he should drop the subject because she's fidgeting in her seat and avoiding his gaze, but he doesn't really believe what she says about the shoes not suiting her. "I think they'd look amazing on you," he says, holding it out to her. "Like Cinderella and her glass slippers. A perfect fit. Made for you, in fact, all these heels and pumps and whatever."

She's turned around again, her back turned to him so she doesn't have to look at his face. He can tell she's just ignoring him because of the way she scrolls through the restaurant reviews, not even bothering to pause to inspect the attached pictures or thoroughly read through the experiences of others who dined at the eateries. "Don't be stupid," she mumbles. "I was never meant to wear heels anyway. It's not that big of a deal."

He frowns. He could pursue the argument further, point out that she clearly loves these shoes a lot because she's taken care to clean them periodically so that dust didn't collect on them, but instead he yanks off his shoes and socks. "Fine," he mutters, shoving his foot into one of the heels. He clumsily straps it around his ankle to make it fit better, but the shoe is hopelessly large on him. "I guess I'll wear them instead."

"What?" She whirls around to see him with both heels on now and struggling to get up. "Connie!"

He pushes himself off the floor and wobbles over to her, his steps miniscule so he wouldn't topple over. "Look at how great these look on me!" he says, teetering as he made his way to his girlfriend. "No wonder you don't wear them. You probably take them off every time you put them on because you're ashamed about how much better I'd look in them!" He attempts to strike a pose but finds himself falling over just as he gets the hang of it.

"Connie!" She rushes to catch him, and he falls into her. "God, you're so heavy."

They collapse on the ground and Connie smiles when he sees that Sasha's doubled over in laughter. "Hey, why are you laughing so hard?" he asks, nudging her with his high-heeled foot. "You're hurting my feelings!"

"You look so ridiculous!" she wheezes, gasping for air. "Take them off before I die laughing!"

"As you wish!" He unbuckles them and slides them off. She's still laughing though so he takes the chance to grab her by the ankle.

"Connie!" she yelps. She almost kicks him in the face, but he dodges just in time. "What are you doing?"

"I just want to see what they look like on you," he says. He stops to pause and looks at her face. "Is that okay?"

She purses her lips before she answers. "Yes," she whispers. "You're not going to laugh, are you?"

"Of course not," he replies, and he slips the shoe on. As he predicted, it's a perfect fit and it looks even better than he expected. He slips on the second shoe and buckles it around her ankle, admiring how nice the bright red looks on the tan of her skin. "Beautiful."

"You think so?" she asks. She looks at her foot, in awe of the beautiful shoes. He wonders if she looks so amazed because she didn't realize how pretty the shoes were or if she didn't know how pretty they'd look on her. He hopes it's the latter. "A guy told me before that I was too tall to wear them. I don't know why I believed him."

"Yeah, well, screw him because you look amazing!" Connie says, standing up and holding out a hand to pull her up. "In heels or whatever footwear of choice."

She giggles as he helps her up. "Thanks," she says. "You're really sweet, Connie."

"Yeah, and I know how much of a sweet tooth you have!" He jumps to avoid her fingers that are stretching out to pinch him. He grabs his keys from her desk and pockets them. "You picked out a place, right? I'm starving!"

"There's a new Greek place that opened up near our university," she says. "Let me get changed first and we can go."

"Sounds awesome! I'll get the car ready then. Meet you in a bit."

She walks out of the house wearing those heels, a dark blue dress, and the prettiest smile he's ever seen. "Let's go," she says.

A/N: They're so perfect for each other...

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