Prompt 7, Milkshakes
"Who's that, Grandma?" Alan asked, pointing at the photo.
"Oh, them?" Grandma glanced up, smiling impishly at Jeff. "That's your father with... hmm. I can't recall her name."
Jeff sighed, getting up from his desk. Sitting beside his mother, he glanced at the old album. The photo showed him as a teen, sharing a milkshake with a pretty blonde, each looking moonily into the other's eyes.
"Where'd you get that?" he asked. "Her name was... Cindy... Cathy... I don't remember either."
Grandma smiled fondly. "Once you met Lucy, you forgot all the rest."
"Very true, Mom," he murmured. "Very true."