# 36: Champagne--100 words
It was effervescent. Bubbly.
Just like her.
When the light grazed it from the perfect angle, it was golden and pure.
Just like her.
It was like ambrosia, a nectar of the gods. So desirable was it.
Not so much as her, though.
With an inaudible sigh he took another slow sip from the flute of champagne. His blue orbs gazed at her through crystalline glass and liquid gold. So sparklingly animated.
That was just like her.
Another sigh, another sip.
He didn't notice her glance wistfully back at him through lustrous lashes.
He had it bad.
Just like her.
Yay, my first one-hundred word drabble! Any comments: