36. Champagne (100 words)
She gracefully raised the glass to her lips, paused and giggled before taking a sip. This action was repeated several times during the half hour or so that I stood on the other side of the room, watching.
Eventually I made up my mind to ask the blonde angel for a dance and glided across the ballroom towards her.
And she did it again. She was supposed to be watching me, not giggling at nothing!
"What are you giggling at?"
"The bubbles tickle my nose."
I took the glass from her and set it down.
"Would you like to dance?"
Champagne Alternative
She giggles as she watches the small ball of energy race across the floor in pursuit of the red dot from the laser pointer.
"What's his name?"
The little girl she is speaking to opens to her like a flower to the sun.
"His name is Fizz"
"Why's that?"
"'Cause Daddy says that he's the colour of champagne and champagne is fizzy!"
The little fuzzball flops onto the ground and pants happily.
"Usako?"
"Yes?"
"We have to go, tell the kitten goodbye."
She scoops up the kitten and nuzzles his fur, before linking her arm with mine to walk away.