Ten minutes wasn't that late, but Veronica pouted anyway.
- You're late, Carmen.
She gave him an apologetic look, complete with eyelash flutters and all.
- Sorry, sow.
- That won't work.
With a sigh, he dropped his fluttering eyes.
- I had a hard time finding a nice dress, okay? And even though the one you loaned me was ... well, it just... wasn't my type. But I dressed well for you.
- It's not enough- The pout dropped even lower.
Carmen tried not to roll her eyes. Instead, she reached out a hand, the one she had been hiding (subtly) behind her purse. A velvety red box was installed in it.
Impatiently (though not trying to show it), Veronica grabbed the bag, still pouting. She shook it. Opened. Trace. And immediately the pout turned into a delighted smile.
- Oh, this is so nice!
