theme: side ponytail
"Why do you always wear your hair like that?"
The two were secluded in their own booth; a sandwich composed of two red-leather seats and a rectangular table at the center. They were accompanied by Mordecai and Margaret, who had insisted that the booths were too small to fit all four of them together.
Eileen had been sipping away at her diet cola for half an hour now. "Hm?" she questioned, glancing up from her menu.
"Y'know," Rigby stated, pointing at the side of her head. "Your side-ponytail. Why don't you ever just put your hair down?"
Eileen hooked her finger onto a strand of hair and began fidgeting with it. "I feel as though it kinda symbolizes my unique personality. It's easier than engaging in head-on English dialect with-" She paused, reading Rigby's facial expression. "Or rather, I just like my hair like this."
Rigby began to pick at his menu's embroidery. "I don't even remember the last time you put your hair down... if you even have."
Eileen's hand went straight for her hair-tie. "I can show you if you want," she offered, fingers already digging through her silky locks. Rigby shrugged in response. "Sure, I guess."
She unwound the tie, pulling it out with little difficulty. With a nudge of her hand, Eileen's hair slid down her shoulder, revealing a natural curl. He had stopped toying with the stray thread to stare at his friend across the booth.
"You look sort of.. different," Rigby said. "Different good or different bad?"
"Different... good. You don't look half bad," he replied with a small, but effective, grin. Eileen blushed, carefully clasping her hands together in her lap.
"Thank-you, Rigby. I'll be sure to wear it like this more often."