Steve pulled up at Liz's house to pick her up. He unplugged the iPod from his stereo and walked to the door. A wry smile crossed his face as he imagined taking Liz to prom - she was a sweet girl, but best in small doses, as far as Steve was concerned. Taking her from her house over to Gar's would be plenty.
As he rang the bell, he nervously shifted his weight from foot to foot. His hands were sweaty and he switched the iPod from right to left. Finally, Liz's mother opened the door.
"Hello," she said coldly, "come in."
Unsure over whether she was angry with him for existing or if he was walking into a powder keg holding a lit fuse, he followed. The living room smelled like potpourri and hairspray. The couches, pink and aqua, were covered with lace and didn't look comfortable.
"Liz will be right down," her mother's voice came from behind him (scaring him more than he would readily admit), "you can have a seat."
Steve moved slowly toward the uncomfortable couches and sat down gingerly, setting the iPod down on a coffee table.
"Would you care for a brownie?"
"No, thank you."
"Nonsense. I insist."
Steve reluctantly took a brownie and moved it mechanically to his mouth. He took a small bite from the corner, and - it was delicious!
"This is really good, Ms. Bogner!"
Did her face soften?
"Thank you."
"I mean it - these are the best brownies I've ever had!"
Her face definitely softened then. "Thank you! Take some more!"
"Mom! Leave him alone!"
Steve, who was busy loading up with brownies, looked up. Liz looked overly-made-up, but her dress did show quite a bit of skin - Gar would be pleased.
"Let's go, Steve."
Steve, hands full of brownies, smiled once more at Ms. Bogner and followed a swishing Liz out the door.
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